PaintedChinaDoll

Where were you? As she finally learnt how to fly. Right at the end, where were you? She didn't deserve that. The wind and I, we shouldn't have been the only ones there. The only ones howling at the absence she left in this world. She always told me she wanted to fake her own funeral, to see who'd show up. Almost childish in her conviction that we'd be the only ones. I stayed afterwards, sitting by the wooden grave-marker, talking to her. Waiting for you to show. I kept telling her not to worry, that you'd stay true. It's sad, because I didn't know who needed the most convincing. Her, or me. Every time I close my eyes, I swear I

You have nothing left to wish for, everything has gone too fast. Look in your eyes, see the silver shine of regret. You couldn't hear yourself thinking, over your own screaming. How you hoped you could turn back life, revisit old and broken dreams. Open the ancient photo albums, see the faded and haunting faces. The irony of fate, that you outlived them all, when you should have been the first to die. You were their hope, their shining glory. Now all you feel is their sorrow and accusations. Alone, in this dusty crypt of a house. Blood and fire, soaking the walls, what's there to live for anymore? Was anything you ever did wor

Empty promises fall from your lips, like sweet venom to the ground. I swallow each one whole before I stop to think, why they taste so bitter. Hate, fear and jealousy, pick your poison. Each one that runs through your veins, it's the only thing keeping you alive. I can see that you despise me, in every move that you make. Every time I caress you, I can feel your ice-cold indifference. I'm shackled to you by these old, unbreakable bonds. Soft, velvet love hiding sharp, iron hate. Why am I standing still, when I dream of blood?

My reality, a dark and endless spiral. Can't you see? My dreams, catching up with me. Out of the corner of my eye. I see you. Following. Are you looking at me? The whispers, scratching in the wall. So many mirrors. Insanity abounds. Each reflection, a different one. Which one shall be me today? My eyes aren't a window, they're a mirror. Why don't you take a look? Look at that reflection. But who will you see? You or me? I can hear voices, but your lips aren't moving. Am I imagining you? Or are you imagining me? There's a demon inside my head. Or are you an angel, pretending to be a whore? Did someone burn your wings? Don't mind-

Invisible people with loaded secrets. A whisper here, a whisper there. You're confused, and so am I. How did we get here? So low, brushing shoulders with sewer rats. A poison, inside your head. Addiction. The game, that's all that matters. Each word, a lie. Perfect, from your painted lips. You had it all, until someone burnt off your wings. Suddenly, the ground was a whole lot closer. The stars are so far away. But somehow, they still seem to sparkle bright without you. All these people, they're all too real now. Don't despise us. Instead, look closely. Look at the emotion, do you know what that is? Anger. Pain. Tortured love.

A mirror on my door, looking before I leave. Am I vain or scared? Either way, I'm hiding something. Behind this paper mask. Keeping the world out. So easy to tear away, if you know it's there. The door opens outwards. A ballerina on the stage. A puppet can't pull her own strings. My act in reality. Every day, the fear. The paranoia. Are you looking at me? The prettiest flower is oft the most deadly. Stay away, my eyes say, while my mask draws you ever near. Dancing a silent, lonely dance. So many people in my head. I can be whatever you want me to be, all you desire. Convince myself the act is real, if only for a while. Forget

Lady Luck touching down on my life as softly as a butterfly's kiss Death and decay, Autumn swirls in the air Every raindrop, a tear from your perfect eye Long gone like the memory of a forgotten god And the dirt flies in the air, the fingers of the West Wind Toe-touching the freezing waters, is it colder than me? Lady Moon hides her face from the world, ashamed for us Storms rage, the light in your soul smothered by a cloak of sorrow The anger in your stance, defending the world Sweet music of your life, rotting in the garden Flames burning as I drag us down, ever slowly Whispering trees, following me with their eyes

Silent as a wraith, smoke in the wind. Pearl-drop tears, misting away from my face. Hanging in the air a second, before dissolving. Invisible. Can't you see? Words fading away a soon as they're said, never reaching your ears. What's the use, you're standing too far away now. Haunting my own life, can't change my actions. Replaying again and again. Am I see-through now? You couldn't live with me, my ever-changing words. Fickle like the faeries. A constant change. It's inevitable. Pain lets you know you're alive. Was I so wrong? Was it dancing we were doing, or trying not to fall? Lies and half-truths, paranoia abound. The fragil