Pied Pipette

Come to me my children,
gather all around.
The world is such a scary place,
but here's where peace is found.

Come to me my broken
for here you will find joy,
the pieces mended gently
of every girl and boy.

Come to me beloved,
for in my gentle touch,
you'll find the love you wanted,
and longed for on so much.

Come to me my darling,
with angel wings you'll fly,
newly healed of bruises,
and the painful days gone by.

Let Me Fly

I won't let it get me down,
I'm not gonna cry.
I'm not the kind of girl that stays
awake,waiting for your call all night.
You don't own me.
You don't have my heart on a silver plate.
If you don't trust me,
then you gotta let me go.


I'm tired of walking over broken glass,
and feeling like I let you down,
when I haven't done a single thing,
to give you any doubt.
No I wouldn't, oh I couldn't

Break your trust.
Break your heart.
Break my loyalty to the one I love.
I said I wouldn't leave you,
I promised you forever.
But if you treat me like a prisoner,
I'll beg you. Please release me,
Please release me, let me fly.

I won't let you change who I am,
the girl that I am inside.
I let you in, I showed my fears
and you used them to wound my pride.
I called on you to save me,
but you only ever let me down.
I stayed by your side every night,
Because I never wanna let you drown.

I could never, no never,

Break your trust.
Break your heart.
Break my loyalty to the one I love.
I said I wouldn't leave you,
I promised you forever.
But if you treat me like a prisoner,
I'll beg you. Please release me,
Please release me, let me fly.

And now I'm fighting your bonds,
the chains you hold on my soul.
You could keep me forever, but you won't.
and I"ll never get back the things you stole.

But on my own, I can't,

Break your trust.
Break your heart.
Break my loyalty to the one I love.
I said I wouldn't leave you,
I promised you forever.
But if you treat me like a prisoner,
I'll beg you. Please release me,
Please release me, let me fly.

Watched

A feeling of dread.

a thundering chill,

a momentary panic.

I jolt from a dead sleep,

glancing at the window,

fearing the sight

that lies behind.

A feeling of being watched,

the sound of a voice

a whisper of promises

a menacing leering.

The voice of ages,

the sound of horror films

that voice inside you

the viewer screaming

don't go in the door

don't go down the hall

don't explore the darkness

and ignoring the voice

I reach for the shade

fearing the unknown

but having to see.

Brushing the shade aside

I gasp.

Darkness greets me

and nothing else

my panic alone

to comfort my fear.

I slide the window shut

to prevent further dreams

further sounds

noises

promises

to lead me to fear.

I restlessly slept

and as the sun arose

I woke

with shadows under my eyes

I looked to my side

to find my window opened

and a note pinned to my shirt

that said

I'm still watching.

Dearest Friend

To my new friend:

Your smile is faded,

     never reaching your eyes.

Something to look at,

     to appreciate and wonder.

Memories of heartache,

     and promises made lies.

The way your mind works,

     is different and new.

A kindred spirit of sorts

     equally estranged,

from the world where we live,

     with people who don't understand.

But I write to you now,

     to warn us both.

It would never work out,

     you and I.

Because of who we are,

     the people we've become

Are a man with a broken heart

     and a girl with a broken soul.

Suicide Letters

I wandered around aimlessly,

without a single care.

I did not know where I was

or how I'd gotten there.

Who I was or might have been

a matter of little care.

For I walked as though I flew

gliding along the air.

A funny numbing feeling,

as I flitter, as I fly

And for once a tear does not linger

for both my eyes run dry.

A scent a lot like copper,

fills my sense of smell

but from where the copper comes from

I, for one, could not tell.

I glide into a room,

met with a sudden chilly gust

to see a body abandoned

in a state of misused lust.

Sticky copper life force

covers wrists, hands and face,

and it has pooled upon the floor

of this dark and evil place.

Skin quite fair in color

with black hair, far from fine.

And looking at the body's face

I find it matches mine.

Drowning

Losing control,

drowning in a sea

of body and spirit

wonderment and confusion

hope lost and walking

alone in a deep dismal

abyss of lonely suffering

and empty promises

broken moments and

seem less endings.

Eating drinking

sleeping crawling

walking running

dancing laughing

crying until nothing is left

except a puddle of emptiness

longing for what might have been

if only

if only I was this

if only I was that

if only I was able to leap

from a building

and jump from clouds

until nothing is left of me

but a meaningless teardrop

of wasted breath

in this world of torture and

a slight rambling is

like a chasing after the wind

a piece of my soul

written before you

in a seemingly desperate

attempt of bitter

happiness in a world

where nothing is right

and everything has been lost

to the endless depths of

a broken existence.