Cold JailShards of glass have been embedded in my heart,I'm retreating back into my cage.I never realized I had freed myself,But it's too late now, I'm back in.Before I wanted out,Now I want to be locked up.I don't want to do anything anymore,And this hiatus will just intensify this feeling.Eventually,My existence will dwindle...until I'm gone.
RawThey don't taste like salt,But a fiery hoax that leaves me a bitter taste.Pearls were strung,Only to rupture so brutally.I have nothing left,And my face is raw with only one emotion.Everything scattered away so impetuously,Only anguish remained.The world rejoices,After all, fate has had its way.December 21st, 2012,A single girl has lost everything.
False BondMade of glass,And shattered as fast.Built an empire,But it isn't what you desire.Found somebody that’s different from me,Left me dying in the bloody sea.Fled the nest,And left me to forever rest.
Cut in HalfSic the scythe on me,Paint the target on my chest.Black and blue,Trapped on either side.Red swarms my vision,Bees are in my head.The sword strikes at my throat,But cuts me in half.
Take my SoulWrench everything away from me,Take my life, take my soul.But you won’t take my hand,Not again.I won’t give it to the likes of you,I won’t give you what you still want.You can hurt me,But I won’t lift a hand against you.We were once one,But now it’s just me.I’ll let it all go,Because you already took my soul.
Too LateIt’s too late,Too late.I can’t move on,Can’t forget.The water’s almost dried up,Letting you go is not an option.I have so much to give,But not enough life.
Winter NightCold as ice,Yet more hot than the burning sun.It feels like a shot of cold whiskey,Smoky yet a frightening chill.Tears roll down from my eyes,Like a banana being peeled ever so slowly.It feels like just yesterday,Maybe because it was yesterday.When the earth cries,It cries like ice being shaved.And all you end up doingIs begging for what you want most, but can’t have.
Umbrella TreePitter-patter, pitter-patter,The little liquids land with a splatter.Soaking into the slippery grass,And up the road comes a little lass.She has an umbrella,And is singing a capella.Through all her trouble,She’s still stuck in the rubble.She comes to a stop in front of a tree,And sees a nest of three.A blue blob is catapulted into the air,But lands on the ground with care.She looks worriedly at the little bird,But he’s fine as his mother picks him up and steers him like a sheep in a herd.So the little lass stands there, not sure what to do,When all of a sudden, the sun comes out and yells “Boo!”