Yes, my warrior,
You are brave
But lay down your arms
No need to be ashamed.

Cry, my warrior,
You have felt pain.
No need to fight a battle
Where there is nothing to gain.

Need to write
A song or two
To ease the mind,
Let the strings be loose.

All my friends
Are here for none,
Yet I shall call them that
For it’s a short word.

Oh once upon a time
I would dance at nights,
Sing like an angel,
But I burned out inside.

A candle that’s lit
with a flame that hurts,
I still look within
To gather what I deserve.

But what is there?
Except dancing witches,
It seems they cursed me
And captured my wishes.

Fear not, I’m done.
Yet I haven’t begun.
Maybe one another day
I’ll rhyme this madness away.

my thoughts about you do not rhyme
they are too twisted to repeat
the part of me that wants you
is a part of me that cannot speak

And the fog inside my head
Doesn’t claw its way out
I’m thankful but yet
Can’t bear it to stay forever
Putting me at an unwilling rest.