Through the wood and under the hill
Seek the man who time can't ****
A silver crown upon his brow
All the fair to him shall bow

Clothed in stars and faerie dreams
A stolen girl shall be his queen
The dance will steal away her fear
A single fruit will seal her here

A tithe of love or tithe of blood
Bind this court within the mud
A king must know just what to do
Strike her hard or strike her true

A dark game no mortal ever spies
Bright and dark the fair court lies
Time runs different here I know
Once inside I'll never go

Home again to my husband fair
Beneath the marble hill I dare
I am clothed in stars and dreams
I will be the bright courts queen.

Dance he sings and dance he calls,
I am down, he never falls.
Here he sings, taste this wine,
Thou shalt be forever mine.

I am lost and I am found,
Here beneath the faerie mound.
I will live or I will drown
Blood will coat my death born mound.

A sacrifice will be my end,
Ill watch the world begin again.
Back upon my hunt for him
I will live a lost writ hymn.

Somehow you have managed to put the pieces back together,
Just to rip them apart again.
Should I feel honored that you chose a different way this time?

I can see the difference here, her and I.
Shall I list you the ways that matter?
What breaks me into repairable pieces?

I am not one for these dramatics, this is way too cinematic.
You don't even know me anymore.
I wish I could forget wanting to be loved.

I wonder if everythings not doomed.

They say to cut up the road
And not across the street.
But I was always a side to side person.
I liked playing the violin into my skin.
The tragedies outside me,
And the terror inside of me,
Creating symphonies of blood.
Sometimes I can still make out
The highs and lows on the breeze,
Notes playing as I dream.

I cant quite find the words to
describe your eyes
Or the turbulent storms
inside that you don't hide.
There's hostility thick in the air here.
I bet this silence is worth note
Shoving things in your coat
while I sit on the couch
And I don't mind leaving here today.
Run with me. Far and fast.
To the place where fragility
might maybe last.
Get back.
I cant stand your *******
mirror eyes.
They don't hide the lies or
hope to give rise
To anything.
I just see the broken pieces.

I am tired she said.
I am tired of emergency room smell.
Of being unable to make plans.
Of my roommates in the waiting room
Because my friends couldn't be bothered to come.
They went to a *******.
I am tired she said.
Of the feeling of metal in my skin.
Of knowing I am somehow less
Then the girls that throw themselves around poles,
Clothes more revealing then my hospital gown.
I believed we would be equal at least.
Wheres the moment of hesitation.
Of compassion.
Did I really let myself be this girl?
The one who might not breath again
Whose closest friends might be her IV and her bracelet.
They never leave me.
This beep beep beep will lull me into sleep.

If I could just say,
This has been the best day,
I would.
But it hasn't,
And your not listening.

Home she said, what a bitter word,
A deficient meaning, frequently transferred.
Home is where the heart is, where you reside,
Let me kick you out, no longer inside.
Run little lion man, fast and swift.
Your perception of us may it shift.
Run, run faster.
Or stand up finally, end this disaster.
Please.