stillness . . .
              then    
                      it
                        falls
         ­                 like
                           a
                       gossamer  
                  feather
                 from
                     a
                        fairy
       ­                      tern
                               in
                              a
                         waking
                   dream
                 slowly
                  finding
                      its
                         grave
                              on
                                  the
                        ­               forest
                                               floor
                                                       next­ to
                                                              ­     its
                                                                ­      dead
                                                      ­                  brothers . . .
                                                                      this
                                                            ­   last
                                                         leaf
                                                         ­    of
                                                                   autumn . . .
                                                                ­                            alone
                         yet surroundedd with the corpsess of fallen comrads

now it's over
I was waiting

I didn't want anyone to notice

it was nobody's fault

I'm too nice
to everyone

kindness
synonym for weakness

being nice doesn't
make me feel safe

being nice doesn't
make me feel loved

nowhere to run

it's over
no more talking

all said and done
it's nobody's fault

I don't want to be nice anymore

don't ask me for favors

I don't want to talk
don't wait for my response

it's all his fault
let's not pretend

I want everyone to know

I'm not angry
I'm not bitter

I don't care anymore

believe me
I am moving on

The sirens will play
Blood on the highway
Such hazardous parts:
Our menacing hearts

Reason was blinded
Lust hadn't minded
So hopelessly vexed:
We dreaded what's next

Our schemes were derailed
We tried and we failed
She lives by my pen:
Destroyer of Men

Our schemes had begun
My demons had fun
So surely, I find:
I'm losing my mind

In dreams, she appears
I'm plagued by my fears
In silence, we flee:
Regret, death, and me

So solemn and crossed
I'm helplessly lost
Where once she had fled:
She's trapped in my head...