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Rose petals wither on the floor
As I am left to douse the candles and close the door.
Drawing the shades to complete the darkness,
Drawing the shades; shadows have never seemed so empty.
Everything that she has taken from me...
There was so much left to say,
And by the chill that she left with me,
I feel I should be able to see my breath.
Rose petals wither on the floor
As I am left to douse the candles and close the door.
Drawing the shades
To complete the darkness
Of what was once so sweet,
there is nothing left but a memory
As the smoke fills the room,
a murky suspension blurs the dim light
Golden stars of dust, suspended,
Shining for the days that once were
Longing, yearning, reminiscing
You, my only source of light in this darkness
Rose petals wither on the floor
As I am left to douse the candles and close the door.
Drawing the shades...
For what lies beyond the pane?
I remember when we had everything
Back when you could tell me anything
Never have I felt such worthlessness
Now I know I will live in emptiness
As I am left to douse the candles and close the door.
Drawing the shades to complete the darkness,
Drawing the shades; shadows have never seemed so empty.
Everything that she has taken from me...
There was so much left to say,
And by the chill that she left with me,
I feel I should be able to see my breath.
Rose petals wither on the floor
As I am left to douse the candles and close the door.
Drawing the shades
To complete the darkness
Of what was once so sweet,
there is nothing left but a memory
As the smoke fills the room,
a murky suspension blurs the dim light
Golden stars of dust, suspended,
Shining for the days that once were
Longing, yearning, reminiscing
You, my only source of light in this darkness
Rose petals wither on the floor
As I am left to douse the candles and close the door.
Drawing the shades...
For what lies beyond the pane?
I remember when we had everything
Back when you could tell me anything
Never have I felt such worthlessness
Now I know I will live in emptiness
Literature
Mirror, Mirror
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who is the strangest of them all?
I think I'm the one; I was made all wrong:
My eyes drip when I'm sad, my skin's not too strong.
Mirror, mirror, above my bed,
Is it true normal people don't fall on their head?
Is true that if they stutter when they speak
It's simply a setback and not called weak?
Mirror, mirror, my insides aren't right,
My bone broke in two, my eyes hurt in the light,
My lip burst apart when I bit it too hard,
My arm started bleeding when I fell on a shard.
Mirror, mirror, so what do I do?
I bleed when I'm cut, is that normal to do?
Am I some strange breed whose bones can break?
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Literature
Vampire
I never could refuse a drop of red
to wash down evenings thick with stress and strife -
I never did believe that love is dead,
but love can never quench my thirst for life.
Warm lips are fine, and roving, needy hands;
there's satisfaction in a single night.
I never cared much, though, for one-night stands,
when hundreds of forevers hover right
beneath your skin. Before the sun appears,
I'll hush your frantic heart and drink your fears.
Literature
Your Feline Shadow...
Go ahead and tell me,
Your darkest deepest fear,
Whisper it, type it slow,
And never let them hear
Because you know how much I care,
You know what I really mean,
And because I care so deeply,
You're secret's safe with me.
Go ahead and tell me,
Who you really love,
Whisper it, and type it slow,
And never let them know
Because you know that I still care,
So I'll never tell you no,
I'll support your whims on hand,
And never to let go.
So go ahead and tie the string,
Draw the face of my true soul,
Tickle, laugh, and trick me, boy,
But you have to know,
That these games make it difficult,
They make it oh so hard
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