Once in a year,I have that feeling
like a noose around my neck,
hanging from the ceiling.
Like a pistol in my chest,ready to
fire and deliver me rest.
When I wake up, I wish to sleep more
and when I do I dream of an open door
to lead me to an end.
But all these bars that hold me here
refuse so selfishly to bend.
I keep some pills, under my pillow
for a special time of need.
I'm another a weeping willow,which
bloomed in a dark place as a seed.
Keeping ghosts within this prison cell
of a skull,sometimes I think of sending them
free,for the world is far too dull.
Spider symphonies in the corners,dying flowers
in the vaze.
I swallow my old friend lithium and hope that this is just a passing
phase.
My goldfish swims no more,it floats in its liquid tomb.
lucky you,my dear sweet pet.
I wish I'd have the same fait...in the womb.
Mauve scars on my forehead,from this fight with the looking glass
It tried so hard to beat me,but I made it crush.
Chain my eyes with fine liner,black as my very deeds
On my lips the purest color of wine,along with my bleeding dreams.
I put on my veil of roses,as the bleak dawn meets my screams.
I'm not a queen,nor a lady,I'm just stained by the things I've seen.
I'm a child in the body of a withered woman,hands to shake and
layers of skin.
I kiss the sun and move like my grandma's rocking chair,on the grey
walls,a shadow falls.I who I was so fair...
I'm now a rotten body entombed in my very self.
Come sweet ladies of faith,cut my string and summon death.