You’re like fire spreading wildly in my veins

Burning me to ashes

But oh darling

Don’t you know,

Phoenix rose from ashes

I believed we had something,
Now I know it was my delusion .

Dripping down into the well
The rain may go and start to dry
A little girl goes by and sings
Her soul so bright and cool this night
But as she sings, the night is old

A boy comes near the window pane
He sees her grace, she minds her time
At once the motion then sat tamed
A colored light formed from the girl
Something not normal to this world

The boy sat struck by awe and lost
A thing rose up, it's smile curled
As tall as lights that line the streets
It stood in stealth as shadows creeped

The girl had not the mind to scream
Instead, she smiled with the being
Their eyes burned bright right at the boy
It sure did scare his little bones

He rushed away and closed the drapes
No way he'd go back to the pane
Now nights scare him and little girls
Who'd think a thing to seem so real

At school, he chose to sit alone
Till she came and sat by his heel
His fear held his voice down in jail
No one could know that he saw hell

She smiled sly and walked away
He clutched his heart, no words to say
Her shadow grinned before the shade
And then he saw her body fade

He couldn't get them out his head
No matter where he went to hide
From school till home he wept with dread
He felt fear climb way up his spine

He gave the girl a name he'd yell
A name only made for a fiend
He used to hear it down the well
The same name that she liked to sing

He said the name before he slept
Summoned her up into his room
Before he knew what he had done
His bed became a slumber tomb

His parents never knew of this
Until they wandered for his wake
They found her name written in scrapes
"VINETHIA", they said in pain

Their home had died along with them
No one knew where their bodies went
No one tells of this tale at all
For it may cause something to switch

Blazing emotion in the lust of first sight.
Uncertain hearts, and unclear minds
tragically filled with stories
of failed loves.

Broken pieces, cracked trust,
and fake smiles, but also a growing desire.
A desire for something real
something that isn’t just a one time passion.

Something that is more than another
failed story.
Something that is real, tangible, and something
that lives on through time and time again.

So is this our new story?
Played in the major scale?
Or another minor detail
in my harrowing tale of love.

Sweet, dainty lips
And starry merry eyes
Her fingertips collide
With tingly butterflies

Fragile little thing
Oh, watch out for the wolves
Or what it might bring
And how it would move

Cold hearted lass
Heart like a glass
Forbade from the wolves
Obtained pure sass

Big, big wolf
Had gotten near
Near that little honey
With his wicked seer

Naive little girl
Beams upon bad
He melted and he swirled
Her heart, ice clad

Big,wicked wolf
Jinxed the frigid heart
Prentending, oh, prentending
The wolf was smart

Silly, silly *****
How silly you can be
Never marked words
You're always carefree

Evil, sadist wolf
Plucked the scarlet heart
Evil, sadist wolf
Plunged in a dart

Silly, silly *****
Sobbing little sights
Poor broken baby
And blood atop her thighs

Mad, sadist wolf
Threw the heart below
Mad, sadist wolf
******* and foe
Withing, a broken wolf
A ******* in show
Within his hairy heart
A tragedy he rows

All gone
When i was a very funny
But now im sad
when you were next to me
I felt just fine
When you were here
I was like in a fairy tale
But she is gone
Ooh no no no

She is Gone
She is gone
Ooh no no no
She is Gone
She is gone
Ooh no no no

All Gone
All gone
All Gone
All gone
Ooh no no no

2016