What can I do when I battle within thy self?
Looking for things around me
To satisfy, to quench my hollow dark soul.
Twirling and twisting with everything that I see
To know which suits me best
As a brand new tiara for every event.
This tiara never stays, never glows
But I tend to not give it up
Despite its disparity.
Laughs and cheers often mask me,
Thy self, pouring in for more
From the best of multitude.
I believe in something that the eyes can't see
Which I see through your eyes
By the yearning of a touch
Missed by everyone,
Even yourself.
I search outside my own
It satisfies my flesh and bone,
Where will my insides go hunting?
When all that's left behind
Is a withered feather from my last wing?