whether you're listening to music,
or watching TV,
being somewhere else
is the best place to be.

have your head in a book,
or closing your eyes,
being somewhere else,
will always be wise.

Annoys me when you think I'm weak,
When I've seen my own father die,
Kept a straight face when I had bad results,
Stabbed myself with a safety pin,
Fallen backwards onto my head,
Ripped a tendon but refused hospital,
Chipped half my tooth and waited for a week,
Get brain freeze whenever I eat something cold,
Have a constant pain in my right shoulder,
And dull ache in my jaw,
Sunburnt my scalp,
Torn hair out because the knot was too big,
Had to defend my own work,
Had friends that are self absorbed,
Plans that weren't meant to be,
So I really think I can put up with,
You falling out of love with me.

I catch the stars as they fall from the sky,
Each of them is a sparkle of 'why?'

I brush the space dust with a broom,
To tidy the hair of the man on the moon.

I catch satellites as they whirl,
As the lack of communication makes me hurl.

I swipe the light into the black hole,
To show the deep deep cold.

My hand waves the gravity away,
As all weight fades fade fades.

we are strangers in mask,
to disappear,
our task,
to run behind a cape,
willing yourself,
not to break,
to roam lost land,
no one in sight,
to hold your hand.

funny how you said, you didn't want to hurt me,
when all you've done is leave scars in my memory,
and wounds in my heart.

this feeling bubbles up,
from the cauldron below,
the hot smoke pushes through,
my organs that were once snow.

salivary glands seep,
and mouth becomes too big,
as this gripping pain,
dig, dig, digs.

the spew of my tangled thoughts,
this my coping mechanism,
exposes all the evil,
as if my own exorcism.

little girl lucy,
climbed up a tree,
and among the clouds she wondered,
what she could be.

she had chipped pink nails,
and ash blonde hair,
a voice that could take her anywhere.

she hoped of a future
and to be loved,
she flew up above.

oh how that little girl soared,
until she came crashing to the floor,
and all of her hopes and dreams were no more.

she fell into the pits of hell,
oh her times were swell.

she danced with the devils,
and pranced around kindle,
now, she'd been swindled.

the master himself,
wore a black mask,
making her life a misery was his task.

he twirled his trident
of orange and red,
he ****** it into her little head.

lucy was gone,
her childhood wrecked,
all because the devil,
wanted to bring her down to his level