I got lost in a paper town, coI got lost in a paper town, covered in paper cuts.
My lips shaded purple from this bitter cold
A place few people call home.
I was outnumbered by the frost
the thin air in which it hung,
snowflakes bound to form a noose;
a noose that was always way too loose.
I wore it gracefully as a necklace
along with the other people next to me,
swinging, pushed, by the wind
The tree sprouted from the paper clip.
whispers were spread through the leaves
decaying formed at the spine of the tree,
supporting the weight, of those
who couldn't wait for
this paper town to crumble.
We fell like snowflakes
except we never touched ground,
we hovered 2 feet above the snow
in this paper, hanging tree.
Dream dreamer, dreamdream ofDream dreamer, dream
dream of Sorrow & of Peace
trees with sympathy in between leaves
and poison filled seeds
Dream dreamer, dream
dream of fighting off this beast
cut his throat and gauge his eyes
have him not ever see the light
Dream dreamer, dream
dream of sleep and sleep to dream
follow me, i'll lead the way
I won't go back, until new day
Her snow stormDark Blizzard,
keep me warm
deep inside your icy heart
light a fire and fall asleep
don't go running back for me.
Your arms hold me, but without warmth
like hearing mother's soothing songs.
On and on the storm went on,
But I learned to keep my mouth shut.
Through the woods,
the haunting forest,
I found little red ridding hood
Not lost, only wandering
for home was long gone and out of reach.
Island boyI wanted to get drunk off his lips made of beer. With never ending sunsets in his eyes and valleys on his wrists. His canvas had the perfect texture and a savoring array of colors.
I whispered things into the heart of his land as I sat by the ocean.
The currents around his hips danced with me, in tempo to the river flowing in the valley. Slowly, his mind clouded with stars, as if mesmerized by his twin heart. His tectonic plates moved causing an earthquake beginning at his toes.
Standing upon the land, I felt his trembles.
His mind separated from his heart, open to a new artist.
At the new paint brush his eyes darkened, and the ocean's currents moved no more.
The other half of 'to the graveyard'You have to believe her
You have to believe she's trying really hard,
You have no idea how she feels in the dark!
Alone and Scared cause no one is there
Crying and Dying cause no one cares
But not the tired you fix with sleep
She needs help getting back on her feet
She's falling apart piece by piece
Because she's already lost all hope
someone to save her, pull her out of her hole
not any hole
but in the graveyard where she's among people she knows
she was dragged, under her bed, monsters in her head, ripping her to shreds showing how much they care
they lied and they teethed, taking what they need, and leaving her bleeding on the cement
Save me! from myself, i need your saving not anybody else(2x)
I need you here with me, please don't leave me alone with my thoughts! I'm going CRAZY and BABY! you're the only one who can save me from the dark...
Save me! from myself, i need your saving
Flower girlBlood lips and Autumn hair
glowing only in sun's despair.
Beauty Queen but, not underneath
that was for the wicked to encounter;
lying with ease but, only to please
and maybe her mother will loose.
Well thy shall sleep and still be tired
and thy shall eat and still have hunger;
those who pray will not be answered
and, a sinner's sin will not be told;
time is ticking faster by the hour
the story cannot unfold.
The child's stem broke such as a flowers
and the thorns had crippled her soul.
The atheistHe had a cross around his neck
And,I wondered how much it meant to him
or even if he went to church...
Did he pray all day and day dream about heaven?
Did he preach to angels above and feared
the angels below?
He had a cross over his heart,
the silver chain beckoning his soul,
Did he care about his sins,
did he believe he was a sinner?
He wore an X around his neck!
Did he even know what it meant?
It meant he believed in something
a tiny man on a big cross
Did it even cross his mind,
that he was worshiping a god, that he knew
never existed, he just refused to believe it!
There's no one looking after you,
there's no angel by your side!
There's no demon trying to strangle you,
There's no truth behind these lies!
There's no reincarnation for the sinner in you,
and there is sickness in your eyes.
He wore a cross around his neck and I wondered if it meant
more to me, than it ever will for him.