I remember the time we met.
I was a broken tea cup,
a prince without a crown.
You were a cracked bottle,
a princess without a gown.

But, life isn't a fairy tale.

We caught eyes
and continued on,
a broken boy and a cracked girl.

Maybe we would've fallen in love.
Maybe we would've healed.

Somewhere,
maybe,
we have a happy ending.

She moved methodically with lucid dreams
  streaked through the fibers of her hair
Her skin was made from sheets cut from
  the clouds that drifted lazily over heaven
Her eyes where iridescent pearls stolen
  from the depths of the pools of paradise
She twirled lighting between her fingers
  and pulled magic out of coins
Her voice carried the soft comforts of
  thunder
And she often whispered of the smell of
  rain
While playing songs about november on
  the broken strings of a dead piano
She could hypnotize the flame of a candle
  and set the whole world ablaze
As she hummed along with the madness
  hidden between the wings of moths
She pulled cotton candy out of  thin air
  and blow smoke rings that tasted of
    whiskey and lust
Her lips were glazed with a tranquil poison
  that held the promise of love
While the honey dripping from her tounge
  warned of the suicde of romance
I stared a moment too long and found
  myself tangled in a lucid dream
    caught between life and death

tiny mirror girl
molasses in the metal drain brain
run from sticky fog
smoking **** for silence
turn it down
feels like a thousand fingers pulling the inside of my skin

i won't save you

your thoughts are so ******* loud
shallow breath and the beat's too heavy
bathing in your blood but i didn't cut you
bookshelf dreams
I'm screaming
tiny mirror girl
metal drain molasses brain

I did not wake up today
With a gnawing fear or dread
To mark this day as special
Or important in any way.
No forewarning of doom tugged
At the back of my mind. The
Sun rose plain and calm, and
Shed no extra light upon me
As I started to work, clearing
And ploughing some land.
Around noon, as my back and
Arms began to ache for a rest
I saw the men come walking
Towards me. I did not notice
Until they were quite close
The hatred in their eyes, or
The rope they carried with them.
My struggles were brief, due
To the axe handle they used to
Beat me with. I think they
Broke my arm, but I'm not
Sure, and it really doesn't
Matter now anyway. They
Pushed me and kicked me
Down the road, and the whole
Time they were yelling about
Some ***** ****** who stole a
Pig from the Johnson farm
The night before. I tried,
Oh how I tried, to tell them it
Wasn't me, but they just kept
On, shouting and hitting.
When the noose went around
My neck, I began screaming.
They didn't hesitate one bit.
They just threw the other end
Of the rope over a fat branch
On a maple tree, and hauled
Me up. I don't remember dying.
I think I passed out first.
I'm not sure. And it really doesn't
Matter now anyway. I haven't seen
God yet, but when I do, I'm
Going to ask Him why? Just, why?
Just, Why?!Why?!Why?!Why?!Why?!
I really do not see, how He
Can give me an answer
That is good enough.