In my Dreams,
The ones I love suffer and cry,
As their souls are taken from them
and delivered
Into Death's all too capable hands and hood.
In my Dreams,
Shadows flutter by
And the faceless angel is haunted
By one of my mind's own creation, a Demon misunderstood.
In my Dreams,
Shattered souls light up the forever midnight sky
And all intact hearts and beauty is doomed
Once inside my nightmare falsehood.
In my Dreams,
The demons awake
Both from down below
And from within.
In my Dreams,
My worst fears await
And tell me to let go
For the last time and convince me that it's not a sin.

You'll never fit in,
but that's okay
I'll take you in
and lead you away,
I'll teach you how to love
The shutters of your eyes are closed
to me.
Won't you open them and let me see?
(Oh please)
Show me the way
Be the one I will love and have love
in return
I can't promise to erase,
but I can help you create

"She said she was like the sun."
The young girl sobbed to herself
on the bathroom floor.
the tears slipped down her face
as the blade glided over her skin.
scarring her skin
to heal the
wound in her heart
...
in the late hours after,
when the pain had ceased
and the numbness had come,
she asked the night
"And how am I to compare
when there is no greater star
in our galaxy?"

We fight, we break
We make, we take
What is it that we must rush
to constantly?
Why can't we stop to take a look
around and help those who have
fallen?
Is it because we're scared of falling
too?
Or taking that step to help someone
and hold their heart and trust within
your soul?