1 Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
2 Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
3 Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
4 Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd a way!

5 Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
6 List while I woo thee with soft melody;
7 Gone are the cares of life's busy throng, --
8 Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
9 Beautiful dreamer awake unto me!

10 Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea
11 Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
12 Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
13 Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.

14 Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
15 E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
16 Then will all clouds of sorrow depart, --
17 Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
18 Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

I'm trying the best I can
To let go of the things I'm not
and put down the stone
But the tumor swells at night
I try to drown it with poison
Watch me catch fire

I don't want to eat myself alive
Tear at the flesh, red stains on my shirt
I'm trying to hold my guts together
Without spilling them on the floor
Pull back the skin and see what's chewing them up

This is ******* the pain
Put down the needle and the spoon
Tell the mirror it's time to stop
Tearing apart all night will **** you
I can bleed out the sickness
Dry it on a towel
And set it on fire
Burn away all the doubts

I can bleed out the sickness
I can set fire to the poison

Why do you occupy my thoughts?
My dreams?
They are under lock and key,
you have been thrown out long ago.
How do you get back in?
You know where my key is don't you?
You know how to sneak in.
Trying to be innocent, so i can't see you.
I always do.
You are there for most of the time.
You change my dreams into loss and sadness.
You change them into anger,
and yet i hope i see you next time.
Under the anger lies my forgiveness.
For all your decisions.
Wondering why you had to leave,
and always wishing you had stayed.

I hear your cruel words
As you try to explain
You mean no harm
Yet with each
Excruciating line
I feel my heart
Crack and shatter
Your telling me here
And now
You don't love me
You love her
The girl I was
But your the one who killed her
You shattered her heart too
Left her so broken
She became different
But inside
This person I am
Feels too complex
And now even I am having
An identity crisis
As for you
You stay
And so do I
Because there is a love
A passion
A complete disaster
Yet so undeniably meant to be
We've been through hell
To get here
To be together
So we will stay because
Our love is trapped.

I'm sometimes afraid
That the best choice
Is to let you go
But I need you
My love keeps me
Trapped here.

Sometimes I like this cage
Because your there.

You; that exquisite individual.
Highly metaphysical, a question of the mind,
Rather more about what’s inside?
Where can I find the meaning,
The description of what I’m seeing,
Even when you’re out of sight?
**** is what you do right.
Your clenched fist when you have to fight,
Or a gentle kiss on pained lips.
Sometimes it’s the tongue you bite,
Despite your habit of expressing your thoughts
You also have the insight to see
They’ve already had a cold, hard night.
They’ll apologize in daylight, and
You’ve been there too.
**** is not listening when that *** tells you to shut up,
That ad tells you about your big ****,
or ANYONE dares call you a ****.
You’ve got enough voices
Reminding you of choices,
But you stand satisfied
With modest pride of the life you live.
You’re more than ****.
You are seductive, and desirable,
Astonishing and admirable.
You don’t give a **** about a single thing seen in the magazines
Because when you smile, it’s with every fiber of your being.
And you cry from a soul that’s bleeding.
You never think about how others are seeing you,
You are not here for them.  
Your ends will justify the means to your methods.
You are respected because you respect yourself,
You care like no one else, but still protect yourself.
At times a little too much, you can be hard to touch,
But you’re never out of reach for someone drowning
Off this beach of a life.
You mend miseries, offer sympathies,
Yet never ask for a symphony dedicated
To the things you do for others.
You’re humble, but you have troubles too.
We all do.
Why are you ****?
I appreciate you.

When she entered the room, it was the same way a song gets stuck in your head.
Dressed like a new born nebula, blooming from a blossom few saw flourish.
She wore a gown the hue of Heart-Break and Deepest Desire.
It looked a lot like Comfortable Misery.
The same Comfortable Misery she slid over her skin, day out, day in.
But the rhythm to which she moved was Romance.
She looked like every valentine card ever bought but never sent, lost chance.
She never had a secret admirer, only the secrets.
Never sent is never seen but if you could’ve known what it would've been if she'd been able to dance barefoot without stepping on shards of her broken heart.
Each piece a jagged reminder of another side-winder hidden in the sands of days gone by.
She promised herself just one night she wont cry, one night that she'll close her eyes and finally realize
She's beautiful.
Realize that she's spinning to the music played by Dreams and dancing in the darkness of Destiny is all she’ll ever need.
If she slow danced to one more moment, she can preserve it, hold it,
until the times when she forgets how much she meant to me.
She'll remember the song, and the grace, bringing her back to this time and place
where she wears her features and flaws like medals and scars.
Some she'll tell you about while she weaves her words 'round you, holding you close in a story that makes you want to rewrite your own tale;
Triumph or fail.
Others, she wont tell.
The memory itself hurts like hell, so if just the thought of sharing is scaring her to the bone.
You’ll never hear about the girl you’ve never known.
She doesnt want to dance alone.
But that’s all there is,
a tiny dance floor called Life to call her own.
Nothing less and nothing more,
So she makes her hips sway,
Taking your eyes away from Ideas to Feelings,
She’s erratic, not ****** in her motion,
She makes Love feel like a puddle compared to an ocean.
And she just doesn’t want to dance alone anymore,
Yet she’s left like tears again on a cold stone floor
In the dark basement she calls existence.
And in this instance, she needs to see sunlight,
to see a sun that’s up at dawn every day and only dims at dusk,
Because for all things rest is a must.
So for a few quick steps we tripped the light fantastic,
and she did not dance alone.
She had a throne fit for the queen she is,
She was held through the night while tears trailed down her cheeks,
While she said that she never wanted to weep,
Because it made her feel so weak.
It’s like the tears trickled from her soul,
Draining her before her story had ever been told,
Before her flesh grew old and her hairs turned grey,
Before she felt she’d truly really had a good day.
But then she smiled,
And she said so sweetly that,
No matter how neatly she’d try to put the world into white and black,
She always had that one strange night she could come back, where her confusion calmed
To little more than a breeze she felt tickle across her heart.
And all it took was that one
slow
dance
That kept her world from falling apart.