I dont have no pretty pictures today
Nor do I have any pretty words to say
Im in a funk that I cant shake off
I wish it would just go the hell away

Ive tried to call my angels as I always do
And they still do hear me call
And even though they come to me
Its just no help at all

I sit here in my darkness and just cry
I cant seem to see a clear blue sky
And if you were to ask me whats wrong
I will probably try to tell a lie

The reason for my sadness is too much to say
And I have forgotten how to be strong
Im sick down deep inside and I need fixing
But the help I need is taking far too long

And so I hold my breath and just keep waiting
And wonder how Im still here writing all these words
I feel like it is groundhog day every day that I wake up
And the constant stress is becoming more absurd

Please help me get through just another day
Another minute,another hour or two
If my angels cannot help me here right now
Perhaps there is a chance I can count on you

I close my eyes in the dark.
I whisper your name with a
slight sigh.
Your scent still lies on my
skin.
It drives my senses crazy.
I bite my lips.
I try to fight my body's urges.
I feel that I am losing my
control.
You dominate over me like
no one has before.
I give up.
I move like a puppet,
dancing in the rhythm of
your passion, while I still
feel your hands all over
me, touching me in the
most wicked way.
I moan.
My body moves like it is
mine no more.
I explode.
Submissive of your dark
desires.
Slave of your twisted love...

It doesn't matter if my blood
is running, staining the ground
under my feet.
It doesn't matter if my skin
changed color because of the
scars that lie on it.
It doesn't matter if I am
screaming desperately for help.
It doesn't matter if my heart
broke into a thousand pieces
and my soul was shattered.
It doesn't matter if my tears
turned into blades and every
dropped marked me
permanently; my heart, mind
and soul.
What matters is that you will
never hold me close, because
I am a monster created from
the pain that captured my soul.
No matter what I need, you
will always see it as a "want"..

Remembering the songs, I played,
When I was learning long ago.
But over time my interested strayed,
My life was always on the go.
~
I sat there looking at the keys,
Then I started playing a tune.
The joy of it put me at ease,
I played throughout the afternoon.
~
The Eighty-eight keys called to me,
They began making me smile.
Playing music, I was set free,
Suddenly, it felt so worthwhile.
~
I remembered walking away,
Because it was taking to long.
Much too young I wanted to play,
With my friends is where I belong.
~
My love for music still remained,
Back then it made no difference.
My reasons were never explained,
It was childish ignorance.
~
Somethings are never forgotten,
It’s all coming back as I play.
The beauty is unforgotten,
I could play music all day.

A Dream
  Is a wish
Your heart makes.

When we read
We live a thousand lives;
When we write,
  We relive our own.

May there always be an angel on your pillow
Could a feather sticking out of a pillow be from an angel’s wing? Maybe the entire pillow is filled with angels?
I wish for you the dearest things

Long summer times and endless springs
A happy heart that always sings

And angels on your pillow  
All the joys that love can give
As long as there is life to live

A peaceful mind to give you rest
And angels on your pillow
Someone there at journey's end
Someone who's a faithful friend
Love beginning without end

And angels on your pillow
Cool breezes when you want a breeze
And blessings always when you sneeze
To come and go the way you please
And angels on your pillow