Do not ask me who I am
Ask me why I am
For that will give me peace
An affirmation of my existence
Amongst the many others God created
A lamb to the slaughter?
who understands the sacrifice she is going to be  put up for and makes peace with it
A clown in a Circus?
One who's duality knows no bounds
A looming shadow?
One with a beating heart
A crow amongst the doves?
Shrewd and menacing
A grasshopper in an ants colony?
Who understands life best in the depth of it's ruins

Not a part of your church
In the dark I built myself
A torch;

And the moon whispers to me
In the night she sits
By me.

I can feel the eyes on me.
This bridge is beyond repair.
I can’t help but walk along this path,
The emerald moss is calling me.
Something glints beyond the cliffs
And I can’t help but follow.
I feel shadows part around me
The mist creeping in,
I’m pretending not to notice.
The sound of nothingness below me,
Above me and everywhere else.
It’s an eerie kind of silence.
A dangerous kind of silence.
A hand finds my own
From out of the empty.
Cold as ice
But I don’t mind,
It’s a pretty kind of pain.
So I grip it tight,
Let it pull me forward,
Let it guide the way.
I feel the cloak of darkness close behind me
But I don’t care to turn around.
I have to embrace the emptiness,
Let it consume me
And then let it all go.

It started long before me.
I never saw it coming.

That distance.
The promise.
A state of isolation.

Inside my darkest nightmares,
those things still crawl inside me.

The answer.
Persistence.
The trait of stagnation.

Still I do my duty.
Rejection.
Deception.
The breaking.
Of heart and promise.

A hope is cast in darkness.
A ritual born of circles.
The sadness in madness.
Feels like I'm gone forever.

Sometimes I hear them coming.
Shadows that smile in torture.

It's over.
Come slower.
Protect me.
Forget me.

The hate I hate believing.
The date of fate is leaving.
It's now time for grieving.

I'm gone and back.. again.

Please don't leave me by my lonesome,
It's a dangerous place to be.
Creeping out from the depths of silence,
Nothing can hurt like how my mind hurts me.

Its become frightening to be happy,
Never knowing how long it'll last.
It's easier constantly being in a dark place,
I knew that my future would mirror my past.

If I knew happiness would last forever,
I could find peace in solitude someday.
But while my mind remains as such,
This war within cannot be kept at bay.

There’s a ballerina on the stage,
bleeding out through the whites of her costume—
the faces on the curtains are laughing—
a mirror of the world watching—
the spectacle of reds will not be washed away—
once tainted, feathers cannot be wings again.
all that’s left is rotten flesh—
once beautiful enough to make a man go insane.

I dream of dying like a ballerina—
my decay is a masterpiece—
born with broken wings, I crave a swan’s flesh—
between my teeth, I **** the remaining beauty.
my bones will be jewellery— desired—
We must **** the oysters to get the pearls.

Do not call me by that nickname,
I cannot be yours in the way you want me to—
I must give my body to the stage—
my soul belongs to the audience—
my blood will paint a dead ballerina—
hang it high above your bed,
I will haunt your dreams like you did mine.

In a forest
Of twists and turns and nothing honest
Everything is deceiving
The deep trees
Hide chaos unravelling
the leaves are dry as they rustle in the breezes
The footsteps are unnoticed
Nor a care is given to those wheezes
The lakes overflow
As it rains with such a might
Still no flood in fear that its not a strong sight
In plain view it's a secluded space
A good distant scenery that hides ugly grace
Plenty a tree and many a river
So much everywhere
Yet it feels hollow
There is always a hue of unknown sorrow
A dark ground that's sees seldom light
You will hear faint voices
In the vicinity when night
You can't escape this
You never will
And can't change it
But can pretend you did
Yet you'll not be freed
From this forest
One of a kind
The mind
Whose demons won't be tamed
As eventually even your soul is claimed