Mockingbird smiles, glimmering eyes and feathers soft,
All wings and claws and a sharp beak.
She sings no songs,
Murmurs no sweet melodies.
She cackles and screams,
Wicked and dark,
Twisted like paper tossed to the flames.

She's madness incarnate,
Desperation clings to her like cobwebs and mist,
She's always running away from the past,
Too afraid to let anyone close,
So terrified of being forgotten,
She never lets them know her.

Weak willed and bitter,
A cynic, a pessimist,
She's broken but never lets him see.
She's afraid he'll turn away,
That he won't understand.
She reaches for him,
Yet stops before she can even graze him.

She's ashamed of herself,
Of her insecurities.
She clings to trivial things,
Comic book dreams,
Stories splayed in fictional splendor.

She rambles because it keeps her from spilling truth,
Like fountains from battered lips.
She wants touch,
Honesty,
Something real.
She doesn't care if it's perfect.
She just longs for real,
For something lasting.

Her longing makes her always bitter.

Coldness seeps and ebbs,
Flowing like ocean tides,
Waves dragging brine and grit behind,
Tears washing away the day.

Candles flicker in the dark,
Casting shadows across the scars,
Catching the gleam of her rings,
Cascades of iridescence falling from her eyes.

She's hollow now,
A shell left on the beach.
Hairline fractures bisect her being,
As she tries to hold herself together.

It's no use.
She's always falling apart,
Just below the surface,
Ashamed of her weakness,
Afraid to be turned away.

She's always afraid to be forgotten.

She's a clockwork misery,
Cogs turning, cranking,
Spilling tears over the edge,
Skin flaking along makeshift seems.

Bitter words bubbling to her lips,
Drowning in the after thoughts.
Clawing her way to the surface,
Only to be stalled by the stones.

Her body aches and shudders,
Breathing ragged, cheeks soaked,
***** smears where the make up ran,
Eyes shining like sun lit glass.

Tangible sorrow,
So sweet and thick,
Like honey in her throat,
Choking on the taste of her misery,
Until even her thoughts grow dim.

I can hear the wind,
Feel it rush across my skin.
The rain is tearing at the corners of my flesh,
Dragging me away like grit pulled by waves.
Shadows twist and turn, crawling across the ground, stalking me.
Branches scrape, scratch, tug, tear.
The storm washes away the blood,
leaving me cold and exhausted.
Knees cave, worn from the weight, the struggle.
The gravel scratches away to new layers,
Softer parts undamaged.
The sting helps, calms a little,
Brings me back from the edge.
The storm rages on around me,
Destructive and soulless,
Chaotic and trembling
Whipping leaves across my face,
Tangling them into my hair.
I am this storm,
It rages inside of me,
Fills me.
I am this storm,
And this storm is all I am.

If by the grace of something higher,
The stars are shining dimly,
On this city stretched below.
Cars whisper of running,
Leaves tell stories of the old,
The darkness sustains these tales,
Draws you in and leads you astray.

The stillness is comforting,
You pull it tightly around yourself,
Whisper that you need it,
That it keeps you sane,
Keeps you warm,
Whole,
Complete.

It's a lie.
You know that.
But you're always running,
Spinning webs of false truths.
Even your eyes no longer betray,
The coldness within your core.

Moths are drawn to a flame,
Like the thought of winter,
Draws you in and murmurs,
Sweet nothings that you hold dear.

My bitter one,
You're wasting,
Rotting,
Decay is falling from your lips.
Your face is writ with creases,
Folding paper,
Drawing lines.
You, as well, will soon be gone.

Here again at the edge of the fall
Take a deep breath and close your eyes
The drop off is closer than it seems

You're fading again
Loose crystal smiles cling to your lips
Too tired to hold on any longer

We watched and we waited
But the heart of the beast only grew stronger
In waiting for it to die, we gave it life
Gave it the will to carry on

And no one thought to call
And no bothered to write
We just sat and we stared
Carving bullets out of the walls

Tired movies loop in our eyes
Worn out songs eat away at our ears
The darkness is pressing in on us
Smothering, covering, choking the life force

Remember, darling, we brought this on ourselves
How many times did we say it couldn't get worse?
It can't happen to me?
How many times did we tell them all we were invinsible?

Truth be told, love,
We were only freshmen and amatuers.

We're spinning down, falling
The petals on flowers like leaves from a tree
Always falling, always twirling.

Ashes on the water
There's a whisper in my mind
And voices I can't seem to find.

Spiders sway in a delicate breeze
The world catching fire tonight
Melting away the ice that is the core of our being.

We found the way to paradise
Somewhere over the farthest horizon
But the price we paid wasn't worth result.

You'd take my hand if you could
Whisper sweetly in my ear at night
And I would die in those arms
Finally feeling safe and secure.

The songs we'd sing are sticking
Choking in my throat with the taste
There's a scent of blood on the air
And all I wanted was you.

I would die a thousand ways
If I knew I would always awake in your arms
I'd give up forever for an hour
Give up eternity for your love
Somewhere beyond the horizons.