There once lived a fair maiden,
skin white as snow,
for ivory was too filthy for her.
Her hair was dark as night,
for other colors were not pure enough,
especially not enough for her.
Suitors came from far and wide,
but oh, they came for naught,
as none of them could suit her needs,
could not ever be enough.
So one day she begged and pled,
to anyone who would hear her call,
for finally someone who would be hers,
and likewise once and for all.
Before she knew it,
someone did respond,
red tail wrapped around her soul,
dragged her down to hell forever,
to be his and his alone,
he smirked and accepted her offer,
bond sealed by vocal contract made,
then welcomed her to his humble abode,
surrounded by rock, and firey flame.
It was now she wept,
trying to take back what was said,
but it was far too late for her,
as they were already wed.
The poor maiden was slave to her pride,
now slave to a demon much worse,
her pitiful woes that were not to complain of,
though now of course, too late, she knows.

Behind your painted face I lay,
casually pulling strings and lovely emotions from you,
as you can only dance and do as I say.
My smile is wicked as I do my work,
stitching torn costumes, oh you poor dear,
listen carefully and you'll stay alive,
in this crazy, crazy circus where,
everyone has an act,
everyone has a part to play;
Yours is ever-so special, darling!
How lucky you are to have me,
as a friend,
as a mentor,
as a master.
A little bird told me you creaked out,
wooden limbs telling tales of abuse,
which is ridiculous, look at the smile I gave you!
Don't dare tell of the shadow behind you,
for Darkness can easily get darker and surround you,
until you have no more light to argue with.

With purest wings and thoughts divine,
the soul, so pure, gazes down and smiles,
for humans are peculiar creatures indeed,
what would it be like to live like that,
if only she knew.

Day after day she watched them play,
at war with each other and themselves.
Day after day she watched them love,
themselves, each other, and everything else.
Their emotions so strong and clearly shown,
yet changing at the blink of an eye.
How? Why?

Little did she realize, cracks were forming fast,
her halo slowly becoming rusted as she smiled,
beginning to feel as they feel and know as they know,
from simple, innocent observance.

One day it finally shattered and underneath her,
her world of heavenly delight,
the highest beings were angry at her change,
tainted by humanity's thoughts,
wings ripped off and in a ****** mess,
she was kicked down to the world she so loved to watch.

Tears escaped her as the drop commenced,
betrayed by her now-felt emotions,
down she plummeted, but much too far,
now chained and slaved to the demons of her new nature,
lashed with pain and feelings unwanted,
though it was far too late to return,
so with screams of regret, words of rage,
she slowly sank to the level of the creatures,
only envied for their happiness,
which is sadly only found in innocence and ignorance,
neither of which is to be had anymore.

Take a look into my eyes and you will see,
what dead men see,
what children dream,
what I myself and I alone have endured.
Take a listen to my voice and you will hear,
battle cries from fallen soldiers,
hollow words from broken thoughts,
a haunting melody only I can sing.
Take a glance into my heart and you will feel,
shattering heartbreak,
unimaginable grief,
along with the greatest of heart-warming care.
Peer into my self and you shall experience,
what it’s like to love too much,
to know true uncontrollable fear,
sadly only I know and can hope to know,
these horrors, joys, burdens of myself,
though I suppose it would be nice to have,
someone blind enough to see.

"There's nothing wrong with you!" said a smile to a frown,
who was desperately try to turn things around,
but the frown was only itself, it could not change,
its mouth piece could not be re-arranged.

"Everything is in your head!" assured a friend to a dead end,
who could not even hope to comprehend,
the problems bundled up at the u-turn,
unable to get better, or how to learn.

"You are the one who wants to ruin my mood!" mumbled a negative to a negative,
but there cannot be a double, so one needs a sedative,
before the collision sparks and collides,
leaving one to suffer, trying to survive.

"You are far too beautiful to be doing this to yourself." whispered a demon to a lost soul,
who didn't realize they cause most of the pain and lack of happiness whole,
who didn't recognize the compliments would sound like lies,
as that is the true nature of them anyway.

Could I ever really hate someone?
I'd like to think not.
Though when you go out of your way,
To harm me,
To harm my life,
To harm those I love,
You are truthfully asking for hate, are you not?
Though I will not give you what you want,
I pity you instead,
You poor, poor creature.

Through my glasses,
I see the fine details,
The perfections,
And imperfections.

Through my glasses,
I see life,
And death,
And everything in between.

Without my glasses,
Things are a blur,
A fantasy,
A reality,
A separate world.

Without my glasses,
I look beautiful,
Everything does.

Sometimes when you need to see the most,
Things need to become hazy,
To see crystal clear.