Sleep in the dark
Let your eyes slip shut
Heavy with the weight of day
A soft lullaby that sings you to your dreams
Hush little one, lay still
The day will always come after the darkness
Know your place is here
Your home is in your heart
Save it for a rainy day
And remember all the moments of your slumber
Dream-filled and sweet
That same soft lullaby will play...
Butterflies
When I was small I used to dream of butterflies, he says in a crisp and cold voice.
I don´t know why the words sting me as much as they do but I flinch inwardly.
He observes me like a butterfly pinned down and strapped under a microscope.
His eyes seem to see through me while the train merrily rattles on.
So
He says with that cold voice of his putting a cigarette between his lips despite the huge No smoking sign above his head.
Why are you staring at me?
My mouth is dry and the reply that lies heavily on my tongue is swallowed soon after.
Come to think of it, I swallowed a lot in the last cou
Ya no se que pensar
Ya no se que pensar
Y solo quiero gritar
Voy a mi habitación
Tomo mi gran bola de algodón
Y grito un montón
¡Dónde están!
Que necesito su consejo
O talvez un buen censo
el proceso se repite
Y ya sabemos lo que sigue
Miro, conozco, tomo y grito
Todos pasos hacia el camino incorrecto
¿Pero que hago?
¿Y si otra vez me he enredado?
¿Y si sigo siendo la niña de antes?
La que lo miraba y gritaba
La que lo miraba y se emocionaba
La que siempre amor eterno juraba
y mataba
Mataba por estar con el
Mataba por sentirlo a el
Solo el como si so
Scream
Feel the pain as you tear at your hair
Its killing you isnt it?
The strain to stay sane
The way you move
I can see it in your eyes, you wont face your demise
Feel the soft sponge on the walls
Fall from the pit of sanity, you were too concerned with your vanity
Suffer for it
Dream of wild nightmares full of distress, youve gone and created Such a big mess
Youre losing it, dont be stupid
Youre almost over the edge
Falling, falling
Into insanity.
It pours down the walls
Covers my hands and face
And I tried in vain to wash it away
My sins
Smother me in a blanket of blood
Its what I deserve
For all Ive done
I snarl and tear the wet cloths to shreds
They wont help
Cant you see, Im drenched in it
Leave me alone, get off me
Under my nails, in my hair
All over my body
Help, help me
Get it away!
Please, please
Im suffocating in my blood
Out in a boat
Peer over the edge with curiousity
And to what do my eyes do deceive
An ocean of blood
To swallow me whole.
There are days when I walk home from school, the normal route, past all the same houses. I see the brick house with a giant, protruding, supposedly artistic rock in the middle of the yard. I see the houses of my friends, of the dogs I walk while their owners are away, and of the children I see at the town library. There is no other way, really, to go home; it is a straight line, there and back. But I don't like straight lines.
Today, I don't head straight home, but instead walk in a totally different direction. I head up the block, past the town's main street, and down a hill toward the
As the leaves on the trees fall
So does our hope
Like the stilling of a hourglass
That marks our time upon this earth
Soon coming to an end, like the faith
We once held in the palm of our hand
Like that pure white dove
Needs to be released
It, like the crimson rose marks our love
Which flies away on a fall wind
Summer now ended, a memory of ash
And I sit and watch the rose petals fall
The golden leaves dancing in the breeze
Buried in snow like that ice cold heart
Never to feel loved again
Please do not forget me
While I sit, alone with the petals pooling around me like blood
Thinking only of you, and a pure white dove.
You died last year
Before I was able to see you again
Six more days
Was that to much
42 years you lived
28 more than me
A couple of days to go
And then youd add a year
Your book was never finished
I truly wish it was
Your ashes were spread into the sea
I want to go there
And lay down a flower
And singing forever
Rest in peace
My dear black bird
Theres a book thats dark and gray.
Theres a book thats not on display
But its my special, effectual book
And its here to stay
~~~~~
I walked around the corner, black trench coat flapping behind me in the cool wind. From a pocket I pulled out an old-looking key and used it to unlock the door of a coffee shop. It was around midnight, but that's just the time we open. When no one else is around but my customers.
Just as I opened the door, a rush of cool air blew past me, then back into the room. The air wasnt cool like the night chill outside, but cool li