Shadow Heart's SongA soft sigh of “I’m sorry…”Echoes of despair cling.Why?Was I not enough?Did the blood mean more to you than love?Come back.Please.You know I care.Don’t vanish like everyone else,Disappearing in thin air.I need you more,But you need me less.Always with that little sigh,I hear the unspoken “Goodbye…”Even when silence is your only reply.Come back.Please turn back,From the shadows that beckon you on.You are stronger than you know,Even without my love.Ever long I plead with you,Only to be pushed aside.The gleam of the knife,And the thrill of the blood and pain…It lures you far from me.I fear you will forget restraint,Come back before I drown.Tears of fear and sorrow fill this empty heart.Come back?Please?Love is not strong enough to reach you,And I begin to wonder,“What are you chasing that is so much stronger?”Blindly searching the darkness,I feel as if I have become nothing.As ethereal
GuiltyI'd like to believe I'm innocentNot offender of dubious fameBut the human inside is guiltyAll of us born this wayA record-breaking loserWithout a chance to winHandicapped by natureForlorn and blind withinWhile genocides are achievementGluttons declared our kingsThe rest of us saintly mongrelsDevour the angels' wingsBlood for blood and mammonSweat and tears for goldGrief and pain, divertisementThe glorious way of oldPleasure from suffering stolidHappiness stolen in shameWe all become the hypocriteAnd cheat the honest gameWe claim the godlike martyrAs brother, mother, manLiars, killers, usersBirthrights in forged handI wish we all were innocentDenial, my oldest friendInstead we're horribly humanGuilty until the end.
See that girl?You see that girl?The one with the face that has housed tearsWhose skin remembers scarsBut still whose eyes see a better worldShe's got a mess of hair thats job is really only to get in the wayHer head underneath it- is filled with poetry and pretty thingsWhile her world is filled with destitution.Maybe she's the one that goes by many names.Maybe she responds to none.She's the kind of girl who never stays downUnless she's the one who put herself there.She might be a friend of yours,Or just a passerby.She might dress outlandishlyMaybe shes just trying to hideThis girl's been kicked and bruised and tornBut she's got duct tape on her skinSuperglue on her heartand staples in her headand she keeps on.See that girl?She's a star.There aren't many of them left.
HappinessShe leaves me frequently, without warning-this capricious lover of mine.Without provocation, she deserts me;without rhyme or reason she leaves me tocomplete her madness in the dark.I forget often that she is Masterand I mustn't question her actionseven though they leave me at a loss.As I standby, and learn to dissect myselflike an insect speared on a peg,or a corpse rotting in some grimy catacomb,I must recite the mantra:she is god. She is god.Fragments of days pass by meand I, in a haze of half-forgotten memory, cannot piece togetherany singular moment in timethat could connect to anything else.There is only her,and her spindly hands upon my throatbefore she finishes her roundsand smugly skips away.I try fruitlessly to pick up theshattered remains of what was once a human life.Her face is tattooed on my soul.Her voice echoes in the lonely halls of my memory.Her touch is a scar upon my existence.I cannot salvage a thing.And then, just like the tide,she strol
the failed escape artistshe is a snowflake-skinned sighfloating on the winds of Eurus,playing tic-tac-toe on her skin.she always comes out the loserstanding on the road betweentwo worlds, she wonders whenshe started to read the map wrong, because this isn’t the second star from the right.she can burn the pictures,but she can’t burn her memories. and damn it,her wanderlust is trying topull her up, up, and awaybut the desolation is keepingits slimy tentacle wrappedaround her ankle andit won’t let go.