Precious Tears Flicker flashes of ember diamonds, Dance in the solemn shadows of the day. Soothing the bruised, bitter soul, Where predator is also prey. Butterfly wings flutter in the glitter, As fools gold pours down porcelain moons. Cradled in the darkness soft light flickers, Seeping through the window cracks of her room. The beats get slower and panic starts, Slowly she begins to fall apart. Diamonds, garnets fall as she weeps, Hidden treasures pours and seeps Cleopatras Nile, Pile upon pile, Deeper and deeper into a heartbreakers sleep.

No Magic In The World It all just seems so fake. This idea that good things happen to good people and there's magic in the world, and that the meek and the righteous will inherit it. There's too many good people who suffer for something like that to be true. There are too many prayers that go unanswered. Every day we ignore how completely broken this world is, and we tell ourselves that it's all going to be okay, "you're going to be okay." .... but it's not okay. And once you know that, there's no going back. There's no magic in the world.

The Puppet Use me. Cut me. How would you like me served Bloody and raw or cooked to perfection The leg, the heart, which section? Throw me catch me or watch me as I fall Hug me or beat me It makes no difference at all Tell me to Jump and I will ask how high Tell me to cut and I will ask how deep Tell me to hold my breath 'Hold for an hour nothing less' Hold till your lungs are bruised and desperate Take my heaven and drag me back To this hell, this place That you call home. Drag me back to the darkness, choking ribbons lace the hangmans noose, I give up, please cut me loose Look into my eyes A frail soul once lived behind those cold cloudy walls A soul that once sobbed in corners Made sure she wasn't heard Always kept on smiling Despite the cruel words That suffocated her daily Crawled in her dreams at night The whispers that would break her Made her stop the fight Against a world that made her give up and consider Served her up and sold her off, To Hell's highest bidder.

Pandora's Bottle Seal it. Stick a pin in, Freeze the tears for a rainy day. Post-it notes and worn fridge magnets, Hold your memories, boxed up fragments, Of reality's fights and foreplay. Todays the day to go through them. No more 'bottle it up' 'keep it together', Time to strip my angels wings, feather by feather. Let it seep out, let it cave in, Stand back and look upon, your masterpiece of sin. Admire the subtle bruising that darkens her smile. Gaze upon her open wrists, thin tentacles that bleed, Toffee apple dimples buried in the devils seed, 'Haven't seen you in a while.' Then you feel it, slashing, Scraping at its ivory prison. Muffled emotions, memories flashing, Time to let the dead by risen. Time to feel the blows of yesterday, to drown in last months bottled tears. Time to wipe off the mask, where you've been hiding all these years. Let the black river crease and slide, Crouch in the corner, there's no place to hide. Bite your lip and take a sip of reality's liquid therapy. And by tomorrow, lest you will forget, You are your own enemy.

Sugar Love We met in sugar season, my door-to-door candycane, Sugarplum dreamers, will it ever be the same? We left the candyfloss, double whipped lollipops, Back to reality and there my tears were lemondrops