My head has been up in the grey-clouded sky
mining for silver linings
collecting bits as thin as paper and sending them
to my heart like little love letters
folding them up into pretty origami figures
boats, birds, and butterflies
hoping he can continue conveying that he loves her
even though he never comes down

My heart gilded herself with his glittering gifts
optimism peeled from the bones of black storms
and soon, empty, she found herself alone
Always
No sliver of truth or falsehood, however bright, would grow
so much as a touch, or even a closeness might
and in her furnace, lit and stoked, bellows blowing, spewing smoke
she melted down the cover of her shell

From fire it grew, was poured, still hot, and as it cooled
from pool to block it realized it was two
A set of twins, mirror image blades of purest silver lining
pressed together, face to face, a simple pair of scissors
taken in her hands as she rose to meet him there
in the tempest sky, evil winds on hollow heart and head
she cut his hair and with it, all, and everything fell away
quietly fading like music slipping softly into the soul

A man once said the world is dead
But what does it mean to be alive?
To act, to think, to do, but isn't that the life of what a machine must do?
What does it mean to be alive?
To feel the wind across your face, the burning sun beating down as we run this race,this puzzling thing we call life
But What does it mean to be alive?
A pain of guilt, the shame of doubt? The things which make us who we are?
What on earth does it really mean, to truly be alive?
Be yourself is what they preach, individuality at its peak
But is it unique to be yourself, if everyone else does the same?
Is their truly any way to be alive in this game?
A man once said the world is dead
And maybe he was right
That every person "lives" their lives in a carcass and cocoon
Never fully grasping the outside world, where true life could but loom
What does it mean to be alive?
To be free from all scorn and ridicule?
Without a doubt the world will accept you, no matter, who you are
I cannot say if we are alive but its a place we all but dread
In this life we are a walking dead, pretending we are
Alive

I can't explain any of the pain I go through.
Either its too much,
or you wouldn't understand.
Probably the second one.
I'm a complicated person.
I get confused easily,
about MANY things.
Sometimes,
I can be the happiest person on earth,
and the next second,
I'm all depressed.
It's just the way I am.

Bury me deep inside your heart
And hide me in the dark
Don't let in the light
Never let me go and hold me tight
Don't let me go away
Please be with me and stay
I want to be buried in your heart
Yet it's so dark
Even though you love to hate
I feel as if this is fate
Please love me as I do you
Please make my one dream come true
I sleep in silence
Dream in darkness
Just hold me tight
Keep me away from the light
Bury me in the dark
Inside your heart

Reeking of blood
cuts so deep
years of abandonment
eons of turned backs
when day falls it seems easier
night envelops, ripping away
the idea that the scars may ever heal
can trust ever be given willingly
when all that has been known is betrayal
human behavior observed
selfish
self sacrifice so rare
heads turn so easily at the first ray of green grass
on the other side of that white picket fence
are we all the same, is it all one
should we not all turn tail and run
no one man for all, no all for one
is it really dog eat dog
when shattered trust is that
where else is there to turn
but to your own scars
so expected
so familiar