The thrill of escape is all but fading,
Neon exit signs a surrounding glow...
Nervous as a virgin
on her wedding night...
Lovely flowers grow at the touch of her fingers,
On the roses, on the thorns, my poison lingers...
Psyche of a manic-depressive
My brains confused, from high to low...
To the sun, I apologize;
for the moon, has my heart...
Denial of the fantastic,
and impossible height...
Wandering the darkest forest,
clutching a small candle...
Glistening pale eyes
Watered down with iridiscent tears...
A blockage you say,
Try another...
Plummet through the depths
rise among the ashes...
When the clouds cry
and hold each other close...
*Dedicated to the person harassing my boyfriend...
A song is sung...