Tea With a Mad Girl

the wind blows chilly
across the nothern plains
but my heart was frozen long before

I had no fear
but you
you are my undoing

what could be wrong with me
why must I always fall
for the fallen angel

my tongue lusts for the taste
of forbidden fruit
just one last chance?

あなたのきせき

I can feel the change in me
now I’m someone new
or maybe it’s all the same

天使の声

you echo in my ears
how I miss you
you laughter is so pale

愛してる

this path is dangerous
the ice is thin
return me to my icy coffin

it’s a time of silent anger
with pain and tears
unspoken fears

it’s a life that has been stolen
no words to say
kneel down and pray

it’s a heart that will be broken
I’m not afraid
of trust mislaid

it’s the end of all that matters
meaningless cares
nobody dares

under the sky
our paths are worn
and children cry
the day they’re born

under the sky
our paths lead
flowers don’t hate
do they bleed?

the chewed on remains of a paper clip
voices of children outweigh the plastic prince in my ears
grade nine beauty queens still learning the ropes
watching as the leaves race past the window
me, the goth prince for my pants

pierce the flesh
and deeply cut
the vulnerable white flesh
my wrist aches and throbs
i watch the blood flow
taste it
so strong, so pure
not to be wasted
property of the divine
i do not wish to die
i only want to watch the blood
pour over the flesh
drink from this life
my life
it is strong, it is pure
my soul laughs
though i pale, i do not die
Hecate loves me
she grants me life always
the flow of blood ends
too soon
i am not even weakened
from the loss
my blood stays within
stays strong, stays pure
a goddess in my own right
immortality
the gift of life continued
endless

blood congeals
within the veins
tears through
swollen flesh

forms wings

of purest black
seven sets
when the job is done
soulders, wrists and ankles
are the first to show
the thighs and waist
and another just below
the first upon the shoulders

merciless pain in birth
but they are a reward
pain leads to joy
joy is eternal

angels soar
with butterflies

a simple rose
drawn in pen
may show love
but then again
it could show pain
that comes and goes
maybe it’s not
just a simple rose

so beautiful
while it lives
it never takes
it only gives
even if it
will mean death
beauty until
the dying breath