The words get in the way, So instead I just smile. you remind me of myself whole though you've distorted and gone astray. I continue forward as if in zero gravity, dreaming of my fragmented past, with you never more than an echo away. you make me wonder, what purity is again. I've seen you sleeping, and that is what innocence has become to me. The words get in the way, So instead I just smile. far from this world, I try to sleep away my waking mind, writhing, ripping apart my barely beating h...

I’m tired of my rusted smile, of my hand slipping from the grasp of reality. what have we done? our prize is the embrace of apathy on wings made of rose petals. How does it feel to mean so few words you speak? They are like carbon dioxide, Too heavy to breathe. can you hear the lullaby I weave? I’ve sung it to you so many times now, but maybe that was just a dream. Here I am, hand in hand with sincerity, Alone with myself, praying for something lost in heaven, Wondering once more,...

this world, it echoes in the absence of brightness. the stars don't shine enough, the moon fades behind the sun, all thats left are shades of black to comfort my touched up scars. the glow of love doesn't reach me here, with in my nightmares of forgotten times, with the night comes the nightingale, or so I am told, I yearn for a song that will make me whole for a while, sing for me, please sing for me. the night blushes all too soon, please don't stop singing, I need your song, my nightingale...