All I want is to be loved
His hands burning like fire on my hips
Looking into his eyes and seeing only love

No hate
No prejudice

Love that will continue to burn
Throughout the years
Throughout the tears

Just me
Just him

Locked in a world of our own
The sun gleaming on the fresh snow
Covering the mountains with illusive diamonds

The beauty
The pain

An unrealistic fantasy
But hopefully, one day
I will know what it's like

To be loved
Forever and always

Maybe I'm a little twisted and dark,
But I thought you liked it that way.
So I play with scissors and knives and darts...
Is the blood on the wall too much for you?
Is the blood on the wall too much for you?
I draw graphic stabbings and maimings,
You never said you liked your girls sweet.
Why did you ask for fresh strawberries?
I've always been more of a rotten lemon.
How was I to know you wanted a nice girl,
When you always loved to call me a ***** girl?
I thought I was your dark girl, dark angel.
You used to love the way I wanted to bite,
Bite you until I made you bled warm and red.
Now when I write you notes about butchering,
You abandon ship off the starboard side.
I wanted us to drown together darling,
But I suppose I can drown you alone...

I'm afraid to step back into reality
I like it here in my fantasies

Where the grass is greener
And all you can hear are children's Uncontrollable Laughter

Smiles with no frown
Where the world is no longer upside down

A world full of dreams and goals
When Santa gives you coals

You turn into something useful
And where everybody is calm and not stressful

Imagine a world with no invasion
Where everybody genuinely respects each other's religion

No guns, no air crafts basically no wars
The only painful thing you had to do was your chores

Cancer was just a horoscope and not a disease that takes over your life
Where you cut not your skin but your food with a knife

Where education is more valued then what you wear

Imagine life, With full of amazing things.
Where everybody is treated like kings

I call it wonderland
Cause you constantly wonder of your perfect land

It maybe not the same as mine
In my mind is perfectly fine.

I sit in a cramped pose
filter out  laughter in the hall
notice my breath flowing
in, out….
pain in my ankles
aches up my legs
**** cheeks basking
like turtles on a rock
still, in waiting, infrequent
head peaks out of my shell
as I anticipate
revelations in my bones
and insights which will cast aside
fears of imaginary illness
fade real disasters
hanging from my ceiling
into fantasies  
destined to
scare the sweat out of me
and make me whole.