World In Her Hands
She said "God I'm not afraid of who I am and who I'm ready to be"
She once told me that she wanted to be that one,
That one who wanted to hold the entire world in her hands.
She wanted only to be with the birds and the trees,
She was so innocent to the worlds evil until the trees became the bees.
She said "God I love him and he loves me, we will be together forever"
She once told me that he was the one and that he would never hurt her,
The one she wanted to spend her entire life with and the one to hold her heart in his hands.
She gave him the birds and the bees and she was forever broken when he left,
Soon the birds and the bees became nothing but withered roses.
She said "God I'm sorry for all I've done and I will see you soon"
She once told me she wanted to go back to being that little girl wanting to hold the whole world in her hands,
The one who wanted to be able to be free and with knowledge of the evil around her.
She set herself free and she wasn't in this world anymore,
Lady In The WarShe stands on the rooftop of her shallow high house.
Her soul skittish and afraid just like a scared mouse.
She looks up at the stars above her head and she prays.
She hopes that the stars above will save her sorrow with their beautiful rays.
She waits for him to come home from the war and to have his arms around her.
She knows he is coming home, for that she is sure.
She stood and waited years and years but he never came.
Things in her life were just never the same.
She watched as the darkness around her consumed the life around.
Nothing was ever sound.
She awoke to be laying next to a gravestone with his name imprinted on it.
She didn't think about it one bit.
That she always will wait for him is what it will seem,
That everything was just a dream.
Her story is told and always will be forever more,
The story of the lady in the war.
The World Ep.IV: Breathe Me In
In a place where only pain can exist,
In a place where the future is now and the past is then,
This is the catastrophe,
This is the disaster,
This is the pain,
This is the misery,
Is the world.
I saw December in her eyes, and I saw purity in her heart. But that didn't help me
prevent her death. I could have prevented it, but I didn't. I just sat there in my
room, I blacked out, and awoke to find my beautiful woman, lying there in her own
blood. I didn't know how to act but I didn't panic. I thought maybe I would just call
the cops but what would they say? You just "awoke" and she was like that? They
would think I did it! So, I got off my bed and wrapped her body in sheets. I buried
her in the beach she once loved to walk. I went back home when the sun went
down and laid my head to sleep.
Then, I heard it...
I felt her cold breath on my neck the moment I closed my eyes. It couldn't have
been right... she was dead! I turned off the air and went back to sleep. I felt it
again as soo
Beautiful EyesBeautiful eyes sing to me like stars.
Beautiful hands hold mine like angels singing in the sky.
Beautiful lips kiss mine with the taste of strawberries.
Beautiful eyes look into mine and tell me I'm pure.
Beautiful hair so soft in my hands, I feel the feeling of heaven.
Beautiful skin so pure and so clear, bringing peace to my fingers.
Beautiful eyes tell me a story, one for the ages.
Beautiful eyes let me seek, let me find the beauty inside.
What mystery lies within...
Sorrow On My LipsOh sorrow on my lips, how do you pray?
Oh kiss of death, so sweet and flowerly, how do you kill?
Masterful angel of heaven, why are you so bright?
Elegant demon of hell, why are you so beautiful?
Sins and sorrows sting my lips, why such pain?
Hands of creation so deep, why do you save me?
Element of one, am I so pure?
Oh sorrow on my lips, why?
The DarkRain of wolves sting my soul like a knife stabbing me over and over again.
My mind bends and twists with the confusion of life and the insanity of its choices.
I sit alone in my dark room and remember the time I once smiled.
I claw and beat my soul until I can keep my darkness inside.
I kiss the lips of destiny, hoping for that feeling of hope and fearlessness.
I feel like the man looking around his black and white world for the lady in the bright red dress.
But not realizing that she is right by his side.
Bending and breaking to his delight,
Restful soul to the sight.