luna-winterchild

Oh Poor Joey That little tired soul Who lives in the body of a sixteen year old Oh Poor Joey You never had a chance To really get what you wanted But no, You had to go get what you needed Oh Fearful Joey The things you see All the neon orange blood With the talking trees And the dancing bears The whispering shadows Oh Poor Joey You just had to go And join a gang and a crew Devoting you life to shoot And to kill the rest You were so far away Oh Poor Joey You freaked to see All the ghosts of your past Was this real? A haunting question You looked so exhausted Oh Poor Joey Clearly you never meant it all But you just

Crinkles of wrapper Breaking the dead silence of night Small shining lights Reflecting the moonlight Hitting the face of little girl Eating all worries away Nothing left to do Am I right, o sweet Caroline? Unfortunately... The soft sound of chews On the soft doughy-ness of the bread And the bitter taste of tears Quickly mixed in O sweet Caroline Soft whispers 'Never will I sleep again'

Listen to the beat that this melody brings to this soundless breathing of the undecided. Will this silence ever end? Oh, will this melody bring the joy that you once did? As we walk down the street with that piece of hope intertwined in both of our hands. Time seems to be slipping by, so pinch your skin to keep awake and hear me out. Watch as you feel my melody seep through your skin, bone blood and soul. Feel as you see the changes as you sit alone in your dusty room in front of this malevolent mirror, as these wicked thoughts seep through your mind to see your face in scars. Tears tear up inside you, as you see the face that I finally began

Sit. Stare. Watch the reflection of your self-pity enlarge as the potential of your heart grows larger than that building of clay inside the city of markers and pens. Look at the person growing inside of yourself, you two-faced square. Possess that look that keeps you inside those confines of the hot pink glamor that you wish would be fake. Sit in the front  row seats as you watch that mobile home turn out to be a cardboard box as you believe that this precise variety pack of different illusions come alive in your hands. When you see this light you'll know that you've found the city of makers and pens, city where all you hear are whispers, "C

Walking on the shadow Leaving a bit behind Towards that place in your mind That only I know how to release Chasing all the thoughts Around your head Like a cluster of numbers and letters That spells out Leave me be...547118 Those numbers meaning completely more Walk with me Until we see That wonderful place This is in your head Here we are All by ourselves With no sound around W__i___t___h____n______o_______s_______o________u_________n__________d                       Absolutely            no                sound Wonder the possibilities, oh darling Cloudless dreams In the mind of a lava lamp That melody forever silen

Running close to your coven. Next to Cirus, waiting to tell them Benihime was nowhere to be found. Calculating the outcomes, pleading for her case. Will it work, you ask, will they spare Lovely Benihime? The betrayal isn't much to call for a death, but what can I do? Pale blood-stained-eyes cry for Benihime. Nothing Lovely Aurora, nothing. You reach the doors of you beloved home, and find them. You tell each and every member of our coven, Benihime is no where to be found. They do not believe you. They do not believe. Oh poor Aurora, to think this would have worked. Cirus, do something, you plead, but he too, is frozen with shock. The feeling

The eyes, the hair, the smile on your face The flash of red on your back The hope of something new Appearing across my eyes like a flash Hope for the innocent, hope for the damned Opposite from this life which is so bland The sadness is overwhelming But then I see the red on your back In your eyes, it gives me hope to be new Hope to be the person I want to be Ability to believe in my own Just from your eyes I became a new person I changed inside completely Because you thought I was innocent Because you thought I could be right When you were gone, I missed that sight Of the flash of red on your back And the kind thoughtful wa

Pain stricken face Blood stained hands Eyes whispering of the bad things you've done Even if the words are hardly ever true Coughing the sanity right out of your heart Like a bad disease That kills like nothing else Inflicting the pain of the unwanted Hearing the echoes of the whispers of burning towns Which were never revealed from your heart? Every stomach is turning With the storm inside your mind Inside your veins Cleaning out the bliss of the wind Which you once wrote out From the contents of your soul Of the birds soaring away with your troubles Watching the clouds change like your thoughts of humanity And feeling t