The very second he leaves
A dark void begins to form
I finger the musical keys
With melancholic music I mourn

Because when he was here I could breathe
I could smile and talk and sing
But now that he took the heart on my sleeve
All that is left is remembering

I know in my depth my knight will return
To the stone cold castle in the sky
But I still have gargoyles and urns
And things that could easily die

I have created a collection
Of monstrous items to hold
I cannot seem to win the battle
Between me and my wretched soul

My hair has grown long since I saw him last
Longer than the crimson lace of my dress
Trying to leave a shadow I can’t even cast
Leaving me hungry for blood and flesh

The portcullis of my terrain
Is wrapped in red and dead roses
With each gust they whisper his name
As each lifeless petal poses

The vine of thoughts strangles my weak neck
I promised the world I’d be strong
I want him as well to be fit on his trek
If not, have we all been living wrong?

Death is tempting when you have a moat
Surrounding your very home
Rope or dagger to the throat?
I prefer to be left alone!

The Hourglass is my worst enemy
He haunts me in my dreams
When slumber lets me in for a peak I see
My heart with all its fragile seams

I tell myself there’s a Queen inside
Where is she now?
She’s let the people starve and suffer
She’s let the people down

The people are inside her head
The people of the future’s past
A drink and smoke can only let
The fear come just as it passed

Nothing will aid the aching
The Queen has gone mad
She throws what ends up breaking
But it is making no one sad