The ice queen sat
On her frozen throne
Inside her arctic castle
Counting the biting remarks
The cutting phrases
That made her so cold

Falling blindly feels like flying
I guess that's why
I hit the ground so hard
When I thought I was on top of the world

Being human is an inevitable fatality

What I thought was a crown of flowers
Was actually
A crown of thorns
And what I thought was love
Was actually
Lust

When I sleep
And when the tendrils of fantasy envelop me
I dream of late night whispers
Tangled hair and tangled bedsheets
I dream of you

Sever my life
Cleave my soul
Split me in half
I don't want to be whole

My body, mind, and soul are
Cracked
And broken
And no amount of
Tape
Good thinking
Or bandaids
Will heal me

Smoke me like a cigarette
Turn my bone to ash
My body to smoke
Inhale my desires
Exhale my fears

I'm caught between
Who I want to be
And
Who I am

In my life
I have only succeeded
In producing
A couple tons of carbon dioxide
And nothing more

If I could release the ravens
That reside in my ribcage I would,
But I'm too lonely to let them fly free