He comes to me at night
In the darkness and mist...
Every waking moment I feel him
In my head hearing every thought...
Shifting mists through the sea,
Upon the beach whitest beast...
Sounds of the corruptive, noises of the crazed...
Locked in my brief fantasy, legends of that dead...
~A queen~
Torn and tattered...
These sins that I have in me
have only arisen because you left me...
I had a dream I was cinderella and you were my...
I'm a rose...
Who's world turns it back...
There once was a boy
Of only eleven...
Without fantasy
that I believe in than anything else...
The house was big and empty
full of secrets and hidden thoughts...
A past calls
From inside the walls...