as birds fly
across the sky
i remember how i used to fly
taking the air by the reins and riding it to the sunset

as i took you in my hand
and on my arm you flew beside me
braking barriers

and as the blood driped
i remembered how much i loved the smell of roses
but more so
i loved the touch of a thorn

on the floor in my bedroom
with nothing but my blood
and your wispers saying
"give me more"

explaining to me why i'm worthless without you
what else to do but believe it?

but i was caught in time to realize
this should not have been the end
so goodbye to my hollow bird
i can never fly again

I can feel the cracks,
growing larger,
shifting in my brain,
slowly draining my sanity,
the darkness rises,
and sometimes,
I don’t fight it,
I let it settle,
directly in my soul,
creating it’s own perch,
it scares me, I like it,
I am good,
I am good,
but evil rests within me,

Everyone loves you
the world is your stage
each line well rehearsed
you’re the latest craze
yet alone in the darkness
a child cries out
unmasked and revealing
a heart filled with doubt
today they love you
what if tomorrow they don’t
how well will you sleep
knowing your demons won’t

Demons are real,
Ghosts are too.
They live inside each of us,
And destroy what makes us happy too.
Forever they live and live,
Without thinking about leaving.
They think about winning,
For they have nothing to fear of
And they know how to take
Control of our minds.

They make us fear death,
They make us fear love,
They make us feel worthless,
And nothing can win against thus.
Even though they are capable
Of such things, and they are
What we fear the most,
They are what we hang on until
Death takes power of us.

Deep inside,
down in the dark,
they stir.
As if to say,
you can't see us but,
we're here.
You know they are,
but you try to ignore.
The stirring,
the nagging in your mind.
Deep inside,
down in the dark,
they hide.
The demons of my past,
really of my present,                                          
because they're still there,
stirring, nagging,
desperate to escape.
But I keep them locked up tight,
down in the dark,
deep inside.

Demons are lurking in the shadows of reality
and in trying to find my sanity
everything's confusing in my fragile state of mind
the shadows lurking are so hard to find
i'm trying to stay strong
but everything i'm doing seems so wrong
darkness is starting to eat at my mind but there's nowhere to hide
i'm starting to fall
i'm afraid i'll lose it all.

It is only the ghosts that hide in towers and
flap the sails,
through these railings
I still see
the ghost of who
I used to be.

In these towers in the town where everything is coloured damp,
lamps are lit and light flits nervously,
I still see
the ghost of who
I used to be.

The towers,
******* symbols of a modern age where teenagers came of age,in an age where every turn they make,makes them rant and rage against authority and
I still see the ghost of who
I used to be.


No ghost escapes
just waits for their
dessert,
slurping up the anger,hurt,becoming stronger in
the long term memory and
I can see what has
become of me.

the wind blows from the south west
she blows strong in steady gusts
All the garden bends and bows
to her whim and welcome breeze
reminds winter waits under her skirts
but we are in love just the same

I traced your quivering lips
with my shaky fingers
& we stood
speechless,
teary eye to teary eye,
& realizing it was ending,
we parted
for the last time,
turned
& walked away
on our love.