• in your blood there lies a word, that no ones seen that was never heard. your silent screams and whispered tears, loud silence and a collage of fears....
    they love you, they do, thats what youve been told, when they hug u theyre decieved, its the puppet they hold. you fight your own claws as you gouge your own wounds....sacrificial death thats as constant as noon.
    is there any one out there, any who will understand...how to hold the monster and not just the man.
    can this beast be tamed by a beauty so hidden, will she continue to draw near though this love be forbidden? here dances the man where dead that he lie, with this death he is living and for his living to die.
    in your feild of puple flowers, the words flowing from your cuts, dripping out in scarlet agony....you sip at the life-giving cup of intoxication and wonder if your dreams will ever live again, or if the monsters who stole your sparks, those beautiful flecks of your light, will ever stay in the coffin of nightmares...or will continue to be phantoms in the dreams of the disturbed~
    "sparks fly, and i found you there; in the glow then it fades away....