I dread the sound of its passing
and the call of its merry chime
on the hour every day
the price that I pay
for life is a fear of time...

There was a creaking in her attic
The kind that settles in your bones,
Makes your heart flee when you have the thought.
Of facing it alone
Her mind made it an object
With each creak sending her numb
Like noise possessed a pair of hands
Wrapped tight around each lung
The world told her to fear it
"There's nothing good in the unknown"
And she wondered if they had ever faced,
The creaking of their own.
So she built herself a ladder
From the thoughts that screamed to stop
And she climbed it to the darkness
Waiting at the very top,
There inside her attic
Prepared to fight it to her death,
Her fingers shook against the switch
And fear gripped at her breath
As the light flickered above her,
Not a monster was in view
But a group of dreams she'd dare not have
In fear they'd not come true
The creaking in her attic
Had been a plea into her heart
A dare to face the unknown
And release them from the dark
Because you won't encounter freedom
If you give into your fright
Sometimes the bravest thing you'll ever do
Is just turn on the light.

When I was both young and naive
I believed in anything
And you told me that the twinkling stars
Were ******* by strings
That the moment I had joined this earth
A brand new one was strung
And every night out there in space
My sparkling star still hung
As is rose I'd ask the wise old moon
Which star up there was mine,
Guessing at which point of light,
My life had caused to chime
But nights are not eternal
Nor naivety or youth
And the world was quick to tell me
What I thought was not the truth
It wasn't string that stopped the stars
From falling out of the sky
And you didn't get to untie yours
When you kissed this world goodbye
But I think there's always somethings
That Pure knowledge can't explain
And I'll stick to what you said
Though the world thinks I'm insane
For it's hard to say what isn't true
And see clearly what things are
When on the night you slipped from earth
I saw a shooting star

Take a glass
And shatter it
And watch it
Turn to dust

Leave some
Metal in the
Rain and watch
It slowly rust

I know you
Have glue and
I know you
Have paint
And you are
Doing all
That you
Can

But please
Understand
When I say
I cannot be
Whole
Again.