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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
His Intention
The mortals clasp their hands to pray
when I snatch their souls away
How very queer they pray to he
who hated them and sent me
Literature
Moonlight
Walk in the sparkling moonlight
See the trees and grass glow an eerie iridescent light
Look up in the stars and see their faces
The ones who broke your heart so many times
Who brought depression to your door step
Who built the white padded walls you know inhabit
Who knitted the straight jacket made from the tears you have cried for them
So many broken promises
See the glowing grass turn to charred ash
The trees set alight
See death walk among the flames
Scythe hanging loosely from his skeleton fingers
His face hidden in the cowls of his black robe
His wings spread high in the sky
Literature
Butterfly/Raven
So we are sitting on one of those
uncomfortably tight bus stop benches
and we've just met,
but she's rather pretty
with her artificially dark hair
and naturally dark eyes.
I tell her a story about my past
and a joke about drugs
and she's laughing-
she says: you sound like you want
a girlfriend,
my boyfriend says he would never
leave me;
wouldn't you want a girl
like me?
And I say no, I would rather
have a butterfly's proboscus
that I could unravel and slide down your throat
in order to better taste your nectar.
The little bench is suddenly too uncomfortable
for her and my laughing
probably doesn't help either.
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