She couldn't remember the last time the sky was blue
And the grass was green

Her agonizing screams
Left unheard
All because you were at fault
For the scars under her sleeves
And the blood going down the drain

She longed for the blade to take her to the other side with
One
Swift
Slice

She tied the rope
Took the pills
Sharpened the knife

Yet still
No one noticed

Where is she now?

Still hanging
Just waiting
For someone to care
Just enough to bring her out of her darkness

The smell of burnt goodbyes
and strawberries
surrounded her

Battle scars displayed
down her arms
up her legs
across her hips

The smile on her face
didn't match
the blue in her eyes
and the red on her skin

She had lost the war
Her mind turned purple
and it all went black

When you've reached the point
Where you can't even cry
And you don't feel anything anymore

It's more frightening
Than the most sorrowful of sorrows
Because it means you've given up

The disease engulfed her brain
with black ribbons and restraints

She tried to break free
but she was tired of the chains

Her body drained all hope
until she saw a special face

It set her free and she flew away
without leaving a trace

There are different things under this sun,
things I would have never dreamed.
My wealth allowed me to experience
anything that my heart longed for.
But even kingship did not allow me to live
in the comfort provided to your poor.  
Tastes of ever kind line your shelves
your trash is a treasure to me.
Controlling temperature to your comfort
making light where darkness is.
Traveling across the world
before the sun can set over the western sky.
Still there is nothing new
all is meaningless in the end.

Morality

Getting high off other's deaths
Jerking off to artist's gore
Spurting up blood fountains
Like a breathless whale

Like a shy devil
Coming to a conclusion at last
To a clearing in the woods
Where the elephants lay

To swear off wishful thinking
To smear fresh remorse on old skin
To keep living vicariously
Precariously perched
Like the moon in a thunderstorm

With your cut Joker's smile
With your tiny hand on your heart
As if there was any difference at all
Between the merciful
And the merciless.

I did it.
Last night was the night.
I kissed another girl, I danced all night long.
I left her behind for good.
But now I realize,
too late, that I can miss.
That feeling of home, holding her hands,
The ease with which it all came.

But maybe I can save it,
I just wont tell her
and everything will be okay
and things will go back
to just the way they were.
But they can't, can they?
Not the sanctity of dogmatism.
Not the passion of fidelity.
Not the ease of honesty.
Nothing will erase the burning of these foreign lips on sacred ground