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Hide, hide in fear
from the sick strange darkness
Where are you angel?
Where do you hide?
Where is your halo?
It is at your feet
in a thousand pieces on the floor
Where am I?
Where is my halo?
It's in a thousand pieces on the floor
What have I become?
Why is the halo broken?
What have I done to become like this?
My memories fade into the light .
I sit alone in the darkness
Only the warmth of the night to comfort me now
I remeber the halo that I lost.
thousand pieces taunt me now
my serenade drifts upward
forgive me now
Under the moonlight sky, her body lied there still without motion
The act of her last motion made clear in the letters spelled out on the ground.
Her eyes open to the full never blinking
Her body lie there dressed in crimson her arms open no weapon at hand.
None knew she was gone, none know who she was
And she would not tell.
Her body lie there cold to the touch no warmth to comfort the living
Her lips were drawn open but she did not speak.
Her skin was pale as the moon her teeth lined with crimson
Who was this beauty of a beast, who
She was not dead but not living
She just lies there waiting for another to pass by
Her eyes are said to draw you in as she sings her deadly serenade
She longs for the life stolen so long ago
But all her body aches for now is the warmth
The warmth of your crimson blood
Her body that is no longer human anymore
Sitting upon the branch of dawn, I see you passing by. My dew falls off my tender leaves, hitting the ground below. From the seed you planted in the ground that sprung life into this green tree. Since the dawn of the day and till the dusk of night I wait your gentle hand, to free me from this wretched place, trapped by branch and root, my one life line. Will you come and pick me, no you pass me by again. Is today the day you come? Come and pick no you pass me by, picked another apple but not mine. Do you even spare a passing glance at me? Do you not see that I am beautiful! My green skin my heavy leaves, do you not see that I am beautiful? Will today be the day that you pick me, will that day ever come?
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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