Empty words Fluttering scraps The mind an emptied dance hall Grasping for whispers Lost in the silence

 Well, today looked like a cheerful enough day. When Kora rolled out of bed, anyway. The canned air smelled slightly less like the supposed-to-be-sterile containers it came in, and the power was on. Always a good sign when one lived on Mars. Both of those things happening on the same day tended not to happen, like one was an apology for the other. Today, therefore, was looking up from yesterday's candles and gas masks. It looked cheerful enough, until she turned on the telescreen for the daily climate report. The climate being entirely fabricated for the comfort of Mars residents, the telescreen report was a good way to let Kora know if it

Living Sin Looks at him and slips inside his mind He cannot STOP! to see The wrong He may not find Hurting Her He wants Them but no 1 can have 2 Darkness does become Him what He can't see to do

UP: Manic- Like the edge of a mindgasm And one little breath Will push you over the edge DOWN: Depressed- Like knowing you can never Breathe that good air again And the bad isn't worth breathing

Today she woke up A little sick, a little down, But nothing's really wrong, At least that's what she'll say If anyone bothers to ask. They won't- But she can always dream. Dreaming's all she does On days like these. It's better than crying. At least that's what she'll say If she asks herself why. Tomorrow will be better. She'll wake up again Against her better judgement, That's what she'll say, And shoot headfirst into Oblivion- Mindless rocket fuel Of hormones and chemicals Inside her dying mind. At least that's what she'll say When they ask why she did it. Today she woke up Shaking and cold with fear, Torn between t

Reality flows in and out-a ghostly Mother peeking in at her feverish child Through the walls of the dark nursery. Dreams take over slowly, gaining Power over the dreamer, who fears The nightmare the truth has become. Flights of fantasy grow longer And landings are brief and terrifying- Crashes down on life's trampoline runways. Life itself is fleeting, fleeing From the mind's own intoxicating Drug-understated, unknown-unreal. Tactile sensations tether breaths Between gasps of bizarre visions Choking loudly, louder than fact. Darkness never comes, for light, Albeit at the end of a tunnel, Dances in the icy eyes of insanity.

The game was lost by all nearby. Because of one not-so-nice guy: He shouted it out And without a doubt, Everyone near wished he would die.

Silence dances among the sounds of bells. Our voices do not carry as they would If we were only honest with ourselves. Silence is golden truly bound and good, But the bells are silver and blue. They ring Within our souls, reminding all of what They mean. A gift from you to me and things From me to you, these games played strangely—but We play along every time that they say It is again that time of year for bows And laughter that means we know how to play The game of lies and faking silly shows. The candy means as much as words written In paint: little more than to be bitten.

You know something's wrong When your reflection makes you sick So you can't even walk past a mirror. It hurts when you smile, so you grin so wide Just to feel like you've got nothin' to hide. And I'm only happy when I hear your heart Beating like it's always done Cause I know while it's pumping You'll be here still, Holding me back from jumping. Something's wrong? No, nothing is wrong. We're both just terrible liars. I can't hide from you My feelings—the truth Pain isn't something worth healing. And I'm only happy when I hear your heart Beating like it's always done Cause I know while it's pumping You'll be here still,