Tortured little daughter
of despair...

Curled into what little there is,
blood spreading forward to consume...

Children's hands play with the muted wings of lost...
and tear them apart in fury as they try to escape...

I hope the poison finds you,
just as it has me...

Let my wings be broken...
I will smile on...

Liars and frauds will tell you,
the world is a cruel place...

To tell a story is a glorious feat,
but living it is far better...

So I danced to a song today,
a smile on my face...

Weak!
Gods do I hate myself...

It's the feeling of failure that holds me here.
It is not the need for anyone that keeps me...

Silence!
do you not understand...

They stare in hopes that their words might mean...
if their eyes remain long enough for the hidden...