If the dreams are coming true,
Then why can't I see your wings?
Though words of heaven cleft you,
Why is it you still sing?
If spirals of flowers keep you fresh,
And candle lights float on your books,
of old, of hierophant and scripture,
Surely then my angel caressed,
Your heart should surely match your looks.

You see me in cherry blossoms
Their fluffy boughs
Glitter and sigh
In the cold light of day
Even when you cut into your thigh.

You think of me in sunsets
You said only sad people do
Your hands cold again
Reading kids’ books
Living this life in your den.

You want me in secret
Lovers or brothers, it makes little sense
Dying to know
If a glance is just a glance
Or a heart able to grow

You believe in me when I hold your head
Resting on my bones
Staring up at the sky
Differently now than you were back then
When you learned how to fly

You help me walk on black ice
Pushing me onto the path
Slipping and falling
Like petals on rivers and snow
You really are my calling to go --

But you say nothing for a year
And watch my calls go away
Without any hope
I write about you in heavens
Now every October I feel stuck under the rope

People say you're nothing
But your still everything
Even to me - after
All this time
I think about you forever
though I'll never see you ever

Collected punk neon girl
Pixie goth artsy boy
I could read you both anytime
I'm a stickler for a problem
So enough of the courage
Enough of the bravado
I love things I cannot fix
So drugs, mental plague and festering narcissism are the things I like
A secret to only myself
My friend brings on lovers
Who are scared to touch
They look on with pearly eyes
And mouth out words.
With only silent prayer they have --
No action.
She lies there ashamed.
Too pure too touch
Too perfect to be near
She's a gyroscopic girl - a dancing queen of flowers
Too thunderous to tame
Must be nice, I say.
Hell, she replies.
It makes her grow black thorns
Which makes me show her my black moths
In my own brain
Another friend is in a mix
She cannot feel her teeth
As she digs on into cruel flesh
Endlessly --
Prospering off of the mania.
Madness in us all
Sparks only to blame.

You're the wasted breath
The earth caught in the drift
Never liked you so why did you let go
I always remembered the day I met you

You're the smiling doves
The crown of gold
Loved to hold you and beg with my mouth full
In meadows and green forests, I'd always feel you

You're the half-moon sun
The light from both ends
The dancing orbs and
The playing spheres
I knew you'd scatter me
I knew you'd make me
I knew.

But whenever I looked at my reflection
The reflection in your cold white eyes
I couldn't tell what shape I'd become
Not Ever.