A Letter To The LovelyThey say birds can't fly without wings, but our instincts prove them wrong.We gather our custom built moments upon our wings of life so freeTogether we will remain those birds, through times of weak and strong.We are the ones who control those wings and be who we want to be.If I had a choice to explain who we are, I'd point to the sky…. to the birds.Like us, their wings are their freedom, and without them they would fall.We don't have wings, but we have freedom. And with freedom there are words.These words are from the times we remember, a day in the life of us all.You once said "I know, if I changed for others, I wouldn't be satisfied with myself."Those words I understand completely and I couldn't agree with you more.We share a bond which is rare and complete, a connection in itself,and it is the fact that you haven't changed a bit for those people to adore.It is true that I haven't met you, not even a glance of your silhouettewe are separated by the depth of the seas and
Death TrapSouless eyesand thoughtless mindA dare to look deeper and keep what you findMy life is a mysteryMy path is unknownAn unwanted past was torture aloneBecause of your wordsthat were careless to theeThis is the path that was set out for meHere call the shadowsthe depth lays beforeforsaken i'll bethough troubled no moreThis bridge where I standis where I shall fallAway from the darknessAway from it all...
Frozen HeartTo feel your heart patter like rain drops,Against the tunnel of my ear,Drowning out sounds, only listening to the beats,Until it slows down and stops.Then I let fall a tear.I hold you tight as your life peacefully retreats.The rain turns to snow and falls softly on the rusted tin roof.How long I sat there, I wouldn't know.I gaze out through the frosted panes,Thinking about questions, wanting some proof.I saw the icy glaze creep over the window,Like that of your eyes your life force wanes.Your skin turns cold, death walks away,Taking you with him to another place.Feeling helpless I don't know what to do,I'll find a way to move on, no need to stay.Yet I can't help feeling the empty space,Where once my heart was whole is now split in two.
Fractured IllusionsYou scowl at the mirror.I can't tear you away.Look at me.Look at me!But you don't.So many nasty words are directed at the girl in the reflection.Can't you see her crying too?She stares with fiery eyes, yelling, returning the angry words.But no one hears her.We only hear you.Disgusting.Ugly.Alienated.Why do you call yourself this?Your fingers grab at your reflection,clawing at her face in disgust.She copies your actions, but she is trapped;stuck behind that silver wall.She attempts to claw at the barrier that seperates her from you.She just wants to get away.You both cry at each other,frustrated and confused.Please look at me...Clawing.Sobbing.Anger.Look at me!You stop and fall to the comfort of the ground,away from the mirror.Away from your reflection.You hate yourself,you think everyone hates the way you look.But you are wrong.Dead wrong.I tell you that to me,you couldn't be more perfect.That you are important to