Can your cold hands
Revive my dead heart ?
Can your cold soul
Tear mine apart ?

Dream for me
Of desire and pain
Dream a being
Of loneliness and vain.

Let the days
Burn forever.
Let the cage
Stop your endeavor.

Find me in
A sorrowful place.
Look for me in
A horrible state .

Trapped in a burning hell
How long have I been here ?
I can't tell
I am a dying monster , dear* .

Golden apples
Ripe and sweet
Tall trees
Meet sin's defeat

How I wish
That those ripe apples
Would fall into my
Clean dish

For me to have
Fully eaten
Satan's sin
In the Garden of Eden

She wrestles with the keys
Unwilling to stop
Trying to run with the music
Until she's ready to drop .

Playing a Runic tune
She's getting restless too
Something is stirring
Like water against a spoon.

Toxic fumes , poisonous flames
Darkness surrounds the hands that are playing
Ready to take over the sweet dame
She's in a panicking state , while the music is agitating .

Run , maiden , run
' But the song isn't done '
The girl is gone but secretly
Hands play the song that remains unsung

We are the definition
Of self - corrupt
We are the new  definition
Of dangerous .

We've turned into animals
Wild and untamed
We've turned into devils
Demonic and insane .

Mutants of cats & dogs
Even if our elders
Seem to grieve
Perfection is something we'll never achieve

One
      Two
            Three
                                    I hate you
You love me .

Four
       Five
             Six
                                  I want you
To leave.

Seven
         Eight
                  Nine
                                    I want you
To feel okay .

Ten
     Eleven
               Twelve
                                   Drink away
The stormy pain** .

Her blade is the one
                                                 that slits your throat .
His blood is the one
                                                  that gives her a red coat .

Her breast are the ones
                                                 that lure you in .
The biggest room is where
                                                 the torture will begin .


The sheets are the ones
                                                 that muffle a scream .
The lights are the ones
                                                  that causes a dead eye's gleam.

Beware , beware
                                                  of the woman in red .
For she is the forsaken
                                                 Assassin*.

Into The Sky

I wish to live in the Sky

and Watch the birds fly by .

Drink from Cotton Clouds

and Think about how life would be if I stayed on Human grounds' .

~ Naomie