a dewdrop
on the petal
of your red lower lip,
     tempting
like a drop of honey,
waiting
to be tasted
by a bee;
               imagine me,
I took it so gently,
with my lips
and avidly made mine
and heard beauty speak
to me in a secret tongue,
I am your sun, you said,
the sun that thrills you with
a warm kiss, when
it's most needed.

Each puff infuses poison and serenity.
Clouds drift off, combine with the air.
Slowly burring away years off time.
Disgust or desire,
The distant smell of the once infamous beauty.
The cancer stick, the deathly hits.
The denial of mortality caused from deadly attraction.
A single hit they say will dig you a grave,
But what’s the point if you will get one anyways.
A torch of liberty.
For the ones who find peace,
Within each calming puff.

some ghosts roam Heaven dying
to live again
some humans roam Earth dreaming
to die for once

I always end up on my own at the end of a night,
Last one standing when dawn breaks on the sleep deprived.

As Sid once cried out "I'm so alone!";
Yet saving face all the time.
My soul hurts when I can't help it,
I try so hard but I can't let 'em know it.

That drained feeling at sleepless dawn
as the sun rises while I yawn.

She's a little song bird trapped in a cage
Made of flesh, made of blood, made of bone
She feels so alone
She watches those eagles sore high across the sky
Spread their wings, take a leap, take a chance
Find romance

Why can't everything be as easy as they say it is?
Why can't she just take a home a piece of gold treasure that shines only for her?

The world tells us that anyone can fly
Don't shoot the messenger, but we know that's a lie
Break the chains of denial and accept it for what it is
She was born in that cage, she'll make her own happiness

A hummingbird passed by her window, free as the wind
It was lost, sang a song, felt okay
Then just... Flew away
She had never felt more alone so broke down and cried
Laid still, cuddled up, to herself
She needed help

Another bird came by her window, an eagle the colour of gold
Made of bone, made of blood, made of flesh
He stared at her and began to confess..

The world tells you that you will never fly
Hey I'm here to say, that sure is a great big lie
I'll tuck you under my wings and take you high above the stars
I've always admired you, even from afar

She was a little songbird trapped in a cage
Made of flesh, made of blood, made of bone
With happiness she could call her own