Her blood is cyanide
She cannot seem to hide
She is light as helium
She's strong as aluminum
She is graphite carbon
As subdued as boron
Abundant as hydrogen
But toxic as nitrogen
She's precious as platinum
Her skin is thallium
In her lungs there is radon
She is as rare as xenon
Helpful as iodine
Whose life is astatine's
She is soft as lithium
Her eyes are beryllium
There is nothing I can do
Already the tumor grew

Some things never change
And that's completely okay
But darkness lies in everyone
But that is okay
The darkness consumes you
That's okay
You aren't you
Okay?
Darkness consumes
Are you okay?
You slowly die
You aren't okay.
It's too late
Why didn't you say you aren't okay?
The darkness won.

These walls are my prison
These bars, my door
There's nothing I can do
As I lay on the floor

Silent tears carve rivers
Down my swollen red cheeks
There are many orifices through which
My crimson blood leaks

My mind is my prison
My body, the bars
Soon I will break free
I will heal my scars.

For what it was tell me anon
Lest my heart turn and run
Away from Verona, Cursed land
That else was dealt a Wounded hand
In gloomy streets do shadows cry
For the Love of my life that did Die
Deep in her Earthen bed
From her breast drew red
By her own lovely manner
So down came the War banner
And so in quiet despair
With a quick, desperate Prayer
I lay down next to her in the tomb
And return to the Mother's womb

Tears stream down my face
As I watch the evening news
My eyes see each horrible case
And I follow the camera crews

A bomb exploding in Boston
A boy killed by police
Then fluff about a dolphin.
All this needs to cease.

Another man killed on the streets
Genocide in other lands
People sleeping without sheets
Shivering from toes to hands

People rioting in the dark
Looting shops and homes
Humanity has left its mark
All that will be left are Bones

Future generations will look back at ours
After we are dead and gone
We have created our own jail bars
They might never see the dawn

This world is so messed up
I think we need a proctor
We are all like Angry Pups
*What we really need is a Doctor.

I see your hair
Gleaming in the sun
Your clothes hadn't the slightest tear
Your hair was up in a messy bun

You took my hand and showed me around
You were very clever
To you I was forever bound
Bound by blood, forever

You are my sister
I would have it no other way
We used to say sisters before misters
Sisters we will always stay

The light catches in your eyes
I see your smile so bright
You have never told a lie
You are always full of light

I awake from the dream
Crying in the dark
My parents hear my scream
It all ended with a spark.

The color of a rainy day
The sadness when she goes away
The opposite of burning passion
The sea in all its glorious action

The color you feel when you hear
The word death
What a family sees at the funeral
Of a girl with everything left

It’s not sunlight, fire, happiness, light;
Its moonlight, water, sadness and sight.

When you see the grave
Of a dear friend, father, and husband
When you think you can save
Your young little cousin

A voice in the back of your head
Telling you that they’re all dead.

The color of a rainy day
The color when she goes away
What you see in the final moment
The thing that comes as a dreadful omen.

Life is a little girl with a white gown
So pure, untouched, naïve to the cruel world
Thru storm and fire she never gave a frown
Instead she danced and to the drums she twirled

Life is a teen in a drab dull gray dress
Who knows so very little but she goes
To many quests and many calloused test
Though all she really wants to do is doze

Life is a woman in a pitch black gown
Who sees the world and knows lots of things now
So many things dare threaten drag her down
She worked so hard and there’s sweat on her brow

But the young girl did not make it to gray
Though all who were dear had wished she would stay

Take a breathe and make a wish
Something you would surely miss
A little girl in a white frock
Dreaming and watching the clock

A winged horse high in flight
An angel in glorious light
A mermaid splashing by
Wings that could make her fly

Take a breathe and make a wish
Between your toes the mud goes squish
A teenager in a gray dress
To her lips a flower pressed

Friends to make it all right
The ability to have the gift of sight
Wishing that her books were real
Knowing people who would steal

Take a breathe and make a wish
Ignorance is truly bliss
A women in a darker gown
On her lips there is a frown

Money to pay off her debt
The world is just one big threat
A man who will treat her right
A kiss on a new years’ night

Take a step back and remember the way
Things were in previous days
So happy and bright
So full of light

Whatever happened to the wishes?
They disappear because we are suspicious
We don’t believe that they are real
The older we are, the less we feel.