Piano keys
the night fills with
sweet melodies

a pool of stars
I bathe my body
in the waves of light

peace makes me her home

She hates the way he says her name,
He makes it sound more beautiful than ever.
She knows she will never hear them again.

She hates every time he tells a joke,
His jokes were never funny, but makes her laugh so hard all the time. She knows she will never hear one again.

She hates it when he makes faces,
It's so cute it makes her heart skip a beat.
She knows she will never see it again.

She hates it when they talk,
She can't even look at him in the eye.
She knows, it might be their last.

She hates it when his hands hold hers,
She really likes to.
She knows it is the same hands she has to let go.

She hates it when he says hi,
These two letters could make her day.
She knows she will never hear even one goodbye.

She hates it when he walks towards her,
Her heart beats with too much excitement.
She knows she will watch his back as he leaves her life forever.

Welcome to the night and the darkness,
Welcome to the shadow world the opposite of the daylight,
Welcome and rejoice,

For here is the place where the rules no longer exist,
For here the air is ecstasy and the water is spirits,
For here lust and *** is currency,
For here is the last place in the world you can go.

The final frontier to explore and expolite,
The last line of morality,
The last line of a good conscience,
For here is the end of humanity.

Here lie the dreams of angels
siphoned from innocence
forced out by perception
Conclusive perversions
buildings and blessings
torn down to stones and shadows
where we hide

a spirit playing at something
greater than haunting
an alchemist mixing
blood, tears and ashes
as her soul, the beloved
in the eternal presence,
is searching for the
energy to bind
and make whole again
this life

So I call to you with my voice
and I beg for your attention
and I give you all my pieces
like you asked for them
what do I have to lose now
If all my stronger vices
take me out of sight
of something greater
in my own Self

Play like the good girls
paper dolls and plaster
bulletproof glass
and your illusory laughter

Twelve years to the surface
For one cycle of stillness
Choose your weapon
A cure for my sickness

You keep your time
give me back my change
countless tears from empty eyes
Twenty six years of pain

The friend behind the locks
who keeps keys and secrets
I am all you have besides
the cold and the jacket

Doctor, make your monster
something she can love
and I'll be the one to fear
the open door

Haven’t I softened sweetly  
mixed in such a lovely hue
to paint something beautiful
for you…always for you

I ground her to dust
and mixed her with blood
and stirred her with moments
and drew her a life

She looked into mirrors
She stayed to your touch
She learned how to whisper
She learned how to lie

Who would it be drowning
****** or suicide
no one knows her but She
and She stays inside