New Moon DiesKnowledge of why or how? I never liked questions.They made me feel lke I was bartering for something else to do.But now, I am taunted with them. Always: Why? Why? Why?I was right there. Just next to you.I think someone's insanity collided with our laughterAt exactly the moment we were hearing our favorite song.After, people tell me I came out all right?While you doze on the last note, I'm tattooed with scars.No one can see my biggest one.It runs through my brain, across my heart and three times round.Thinking of it hurts; I've screamed several times before.The art on top of you is a perversion; disgusting.Even Flora ca
Night WaltzMooncloud dreamsShout to the leavesButterfly slippers and gossamer seamsThis, this blissI ask what's thisA warm darknessBlankets round my mindHushes my heartFrom the chaos and crowdsA gentle wind sonata in my skinNighttime vibrations caressingYou bring out the courageIn this town of fearOpen all the books, scrolls and cupboardsA requiem in the chambers of my heartLullaby, kidnap my soulQuilt a nebula of silkDecorate my sight with twinkling starlightBreeze me to awakeningComfort in calamityThe fountain angelSweep the road of carnageFill this head with morning dewTouch these hands with fond memories
PlanesWhat does it mean to the ticket in the sky?What does it mean to the blind man with the angry smileWho is just shot down because they can't trust him to fly?You live all your life in a good houseWhere they teach what's right is rightAnd wrong is wrongAnd sure you understand it fineBut if you ever cross the lineYou're not sure if you've known it all alongThey say life is all about your choicesThat you should try your best to make ones that are goodYet once you try it on your ownYou're told that's not where you belongAnd obedience is doing what you shouldSo what does it mean to the ticket in the sky?What does it mea