Perfection is a necessary evil
but even with the ****** hand gone
her black veil still rests neatly upon her face
for her eyes remain covered reminiscing
in the darkness of her own secret sin
he sees this flaw, this empty husk of a woman
Death
still freshly pressed against her lips, stealing her last breath
she will never awake
he still sees her secret sin
if either man had achieved a profounder wisdom
they might not have flung away their happiness
for the pursuit of purity or science
yet quietly they craved the things so swiftly tugged away from their grasp
a sin still stains the hidden face of man
an indelible mark upon both the afflicted faces
so aged from bitter greed
wanting
needing
Perfection
Still grasping in the time of defeat
so prominent on the face of the man who shows his veil with cloth
with creepy crepe
“Have men avoided me, and women shown no pity...!”
The man cried
The girl Georgiana whispers of her impending mortality
while Parson Hooper rages into the dying light
with quiet longing the mister wanted to be seen
with the black veil married to his face
he accepted it- why could he, the scientist, not,
he still hides
dying for the sake of perfection
and living for the sake of hiding
Grasping at what could never be done
To rip the veil from upon her face
The ****** hand now gone,
He still craved more,
As their eyes close reminiscing in the darkness of their own secret sin,
The hands of all still,
Grasping at the veil,
To see the shame underneath.

Somedays I wonder
Somedays I cry
Somedays I dream of butterfly's
And some nights I dream
Some nights I don't
And in those nights
I will not float
Scary and sad
Till mornings gloom
It seems to be a dream between me and you.

The room is dark
I hear nothing
But the sound of my own breathing
I am alone am I  
The light of the candle
Flickering with each breath
Shows me a shadow
My shadow?
I am alone am I
The shadow on the wall is not my own
The room is dark
I can't see my hands
I think to myself is that my shadow or am I the shadow?
Oh black winged creature why do you haunt me.

Take my hand
Take a break
Take this blade
Take this fate
All in hand
I have run
I will not be silenced
In this light
We will fight
'Til the end of this night
Come along  
'Til the dawn
I will not fall along
this path that we run
Calling all shattered ones
We might be all broken
Rejecting our own hearts
I will run
I will jump
Calling all shattered ones
I might be all broken
But I will not be silence
I can run
You can jump
We can ride through this bump
You an I we're all broken
Rejecting our hearts
Will I cry
Yes I will
Will you try
Yes you will
Can we die from the thrill
Just wait for silence
I can call
You can fall
We can fly to the wall
I can have it all broken
Drowning in silence
At first I could fly right back to the sky
At first we could lie and wait for silence
To die.

With these wounds, I will not heal
With this pain, I'm left to feel
Are these words echoing inside my mind, untrue?
Oh, my tears they will not cease
All my hopes abandon me
Could I not see through the lies that you said to me?
With this blade
I take this fate
Now I won't have to face
All the pain
All the hate
All my memories
They are all lies
Why did I have to find
That you lied
To me
Betrayal
So bitter sweet to me
I feel
Cold
With these wounds, I will not heal
With this pain, I'm left to feel
All these words echoing inside my mind, are untrue
Oh, my tears they will not cease
All my hopes abandon me
You betrayed me
You used me
Abused my trust and now
I am
So done
With you.

I have issues,
Lots of them,
I could fill a library with my issues,
My problems,
And self-loathing.
Whole buckets full of issues.
Like nails driven into my skin I can't quite get out,
I try to fix myself,
To find the things I lack and lost along the way,
But I find myself breaking even more,
Like a porcelain doll.
I feel like a liar,
Smiling like this in your face,
While I go bring pain upon myself by crushing the hopes and dreams I struggled to hang onto.
I've forgotten myself somewhere in the darkness,
And can't get out.
My sadness is only temporary,
It happens when I'm alone,
I put my mask on,
And take it off when I go home.
But my mask is fading fast,
Pealing away to reveal the things I lack,
As people get close to me,
I push them away,
The people I do keep close in mind,
I tell them all the time,
Of my issues,
And my hurting,
And they get bored of me and leave,
They don't want a basket-case,
A whiny little girl,
A problematic teen,
A pity party indeed,
When I do learn how to trust you,
I'll come to you with all my problems,
But soon enough you'll give up on me because you don't know how to solve them.
My issues are like chains,
And life is like water,
The more I struggle  with these issues,
The faster I sink into the water,
Drowning.
Suffocating.
I don't want people to treat me different,
I don't them to try to fix me,
Because I'm a lost case.
I just want some friends to talk to,
Not to tell me what to do.
I don't you to try fix me,
Or cry over me,
Just go.
I don't want pity,
I don't want your pity,
I don't want anyone's pity,
I pity myself enough,
And hate myself too,
I've hurt myself worse than anyone ever could,
Worse than you.
I just want to keep my scars safely hidden away,
To push my issues so far beneath my skin,
You can no long see them,
And you and I both win,
I don't get pitied,
And you think you fixed me,
See?
isn't everyone happy.
But the problem is my mask it fades,
My issues are resurfacing,
And you can see everything that's wrong with me,
I try to pick the nails out of my skin, but more get jabbed in.
I'm too tired,
I can't sleep.
I'm too mad,
I can't eat.
I'm so happy.
...I feel sad.
So sad this happiness can't last forever,
But this sadness...
This sadness will last forever,
These wounds will never heal,
These scars will never quite fade,
I'll never learn to feel,
Happy,
Is word,
I never quite learned,
My dictionary is limited,
By me,
And my melancholy.
I can tell you words like,
Sadness,
And apathy.
I can tell you words like,
Ugliness,
And stupidity.
I can tell you words like,
Anger,
And rage.
But the word I'm most familiar with is
Melancholy,
Melancholy is me,
Issue are me,
I am made up of lies, melancholy and issues,
I have so many problems I don't know who I am!
Who am I?
This happy girl?
This sad one?
This mean girl?
This evil one?
This liar?
This quiet one?
Who is the real me?
Who are these people I try to be?
Which one do you see?
Which one do I portray to be?
Which one is the true me?
I have problems,
I have fears,
I have issues,
Like nails in my skin.
... Sometimes I don't think it's melancholy...
I think it's something worse,
Something that people know as the d word,
Something that you don't say,
Something that can get you on medication,
Something far more sinister than any old melancholy...
Do I dare say it?
What I think I have?
Yes...
I think have depression.
.... I have depression.
Sad.

Silent snowfall in the darkness one calls night
Bells ringing softly in the distance
Delight
The pattering of new snow against the window
Crackling of fire in the fireplace
Lights of red and green taking turns flashing on the tree that fills
the house with the crisp smell of pine needles
Merry Christmas.