You wasn't there when she needed someone to go too,
She went to the only man,
That she knew didn't love her.
Maybe loved her,
When he entered her soul,
Tears rolling down her face,
She never understood,
As she's getting undressed,
The rest is to not be said,
This sudden pain is feeling like hot rocks,
Being pilled up on her body,
Knives being thrown to her chest,
Hitting right through her heart,
She's weak,
Her feet are bleeding,
From trying to stand so tall,
She refuses to fall,
She yells for your name,
Knowing you can no longer be there.
Let the man who never loved her,
Be there for the women, who's destroying herself through the flesh with two.

My lungs are screaming
But I don't dare to open my mouth
Because the sound of a scream
Filled with sorrow
Loneliness
Pain
Is truly the most horrifying thing
Anyone could ever experience

I've seen miracles happen.
I've seen families break apart.
I've seen love freely given.
And the hatred in some hearts.
I've heard the honest pleas of a broken;
as they fell to their trembling knees.
I've heard the cruelty a tongue can wield,
as they cut down their enemies.
This world is filled with good.
But also consumed with bad.
Don't be deceived by someones words.
But pay attention to how they act.

The last firebird flied
over her as she stood
on the last crumbling
mountain.
Prickley pine trees
shivering above the dew,
the first breath of the
winter in her soul was
icing through the flowers.
She fleed the Golden-emerald
city, heart broken by the
gong of war.
Sinking her nails deep into
the ground.
Sheding tears of a dragon
from the crystal eyes
of the universe.
Falling down
her porcelain face.
A work of art.
Her lips red,to seem like
cherries in the spring.
Casting a glance at the pale moon
while the wild wind was
howling to the north.
Ruler of the skies
as the morning stars sang together,
looking different today.
In the shadows of her lace fan,
the silky blossom on the
kimono dress.
Embroided with the silver thread
of moonlight, encrusted with
the diamonds of night.
The great ocean waves can't destroy
her purple throne.
Although left all alone, she will
never surrendor.
The obediance will suffocate
from her light, rising like the sun
after the dusk once again.
Because she is... the Empress

I wanted it to be you.

It's time to go back.
I know I must, before it's too late, return
through the portal of blue and black.
The chasm at the bottom of the sea
is where the portal is,
and my people wait for me.
Will they welcome me in
or will they chase me back out
when they see what this world has done to me-
how it's changed me within?