Harlequin queen
she looks like a dream
if you count nightmares
as pleasant things

She comes around at midnight
because that's where she reigns
she's got memories in her pockets
from picking all the brains

She'll eat your beating heart
with a pulsing cherry on top
and when she's finished with the rest of you
she'll smack her crimson lips with a pop

Sitting in front of a new moon,
the darkness plays throughout the night.
But the moon turns it's back.
The stars and planets display themselves before me,
shouting for attention with vibrant lights.
But the moon turns it's back.
I hear the cries of Gaia all around me,
singing to her only love.
But the moon turns it's back.
And just as I'm about to drift away,
I hear God whisper let there be light.
And I think the moon hears too,
But the moon turns it's back.

You'd think you hear a sound when the most painful moment in your life passed.
Like you'd actually hear the snap of the tight wire you call your mental stability.
Maybe if you looked hard enough you could find some mark on your body.
Something to tell how much pain you've tried to get through. To get over.
Like how can I hurt this much but not have a wound to show for it?
As if I could mend my mind with medicines and pills
Trying to fix the problems I've been inflicting on myself.
What I've been inflicted with.
I feel like I've had an amputation instead of leaving someone behind.
And every time I think about it the places that I've stitched open up again
and I lie there bleeding.
I wish I could've heard the sound of me breaking when it happened,
To define it as the moment I walked away from someone I loved.
The moment I lost my true happiness. And I wonder, if I'll ever get it back.