I find it funny how they never see
im not the beauty they seem to think
my soul stirs in the dark of night
fearing light
they see the beauty but not the beast
why don't they realize we are one?
don't be deceived
my heart was made to never please

im so tired of ordinary
I need extraordinary
I crave a life filled with magic in the smallest of things
and love riddled with passion and never having to endure boredom
my heart is so closed off
can it open enough to feel a touch of love
it doesn't even have to be love
I just want something more
something extraordinary

a cosmic heartbeat
lost in time,
suspended in space
a cold embrace
nebula eyes and milky way skin
never to commit a sin
asteroid temper and moon cold grace
dancing in a frayed chase

im a creature of fright
and I find no delight in the light

like autumn leaves we dance
in a deadly winter prance
we will lure we will cure
we will dance until your dead

my heart, encased in frost
keeping the burning in and the cold out
but the burning is yearning to be set free
do I let the warmth go?
let the cold in?
eventually the fire is going to burn me and ill be one again
vulnerable to the cold of the shadows

would you let me be a hero?
take a break for awhile and hand over the reigns
I promise ill do everything I can to save you
even if its your own demons haunting honey
even if its from yourself

honeysuckle heart, beating so fast
listen in sin the hummingbirds sing
and devour the poisonous pollen

when poisonous lips taste
the bitter blood

there's a coldness in her eyes
mystery in her smile
death in the way she moves

raven hair
moonlight fair
heart so pure
true to lure
easy to become a target
in a world of scarlet

I can feel the darkness
I can feel my blood embracing the poison
like a lover in the shadows

beauty in and beauty out,
its what makes the sirens pout
cascade of falling locks of pearl
in the water they will twirl

darling is my song sweet enough to draw your soul to me
can I lure you like you lure me?
are you frightened ?
that ill drag you under the icy waves
bring you to the end of your days?
why is a sirens love never returned?
are we just made to feast on the pure
and never endure the feel of real love

sometimes it feels like my mouth is stitched shut
maybe to prevent me from saying the wrong thing?
but when the stitches fray
and im allowed the luxury of voice
it seems like wrong is the only language I know

i'll spend forever
picking at threads on my sweater
and listening to the wolves howl to my wild side
soon the threads will unravel
and ill be free to embrace corruption