dear love,

what if I see you no more
my dried up tears preparing for a futile war
with your face blurred into the background
a faint echo of what meant to be safe and sound 

yet here I am for you
pixel perfect skin
no blemishes
from within
eden of all wishes

what if I hear you no more
your empty  promises I used to abhor
your words a whirlpool of nonsense
distant murmur of the past

yet here I am for you
an other empty vessel of pleasure
drained
of hope
of dreams
of life
your treasure

what if I feel you no more
I'm but a pile of dead receptors washed ashore

a temple for your abominable lust

nourishing a well concealed disgust

yet I'm here for you 

answering your call
wet and ready to screw
I'm gonna take it all

what if I am no more

but a puppet you adore

bearing gifts galore

forever your whore

gone

I'm  here I'm gone
never meant to stay for long
was it right? was it wrong?
doesn't matter - now I'm gone 
so gone
back to myself
secluded darkness kept on a shelf
my safe heaven my prison
turned crimson
I really tried
not to hide
then I saw the terror in your eyes
all that sacrifice
for nothing
but an empty ring
soulmates - what a joke
outworn lies under a cloak
yet I knew the truth all along
never meant to stay for long
I'm a breath that goes right through you
screw you
no stings attached
no regrets
I'm here I'm gone
back to being alone
I'm nothing
but an empty ring
a ghost that ravaged
done the damage
a traveler in your mind
a traveler left behind

that chirping sound

wake up to the same day
every day
put on that
submissive mask
be what you're supposed to
do your part weirdo
no questions asked
just focus on the task

we're nothing but cogs
kept in the dark
living a total blackout
wondering about
that chirping sound of freedom
searching for reason

is life even real
or just a joke to kill
a dream too far
trapped in a jar

may I

your highness
may I disturb you a little
my fiddle's got a giggle

you see there's this thing
sweetest sound ka-ching ka-ching
your soulless soul
out of control
my next choice
rejoice rejoice

your highness
may I feel you a little
you see my fiddle's got this giggle

is there something wrong
with my song
hmm, it must be your lungs
you might need some new ones
let me take you there
to the fresh air's lair

your highness
please follow this giggle
of the fiddle down my river

2 a.m.

it's 2 a.m.
when the fairy comes fluttering her wings
telling stories of magical realms
enchanting whispers - music to my ears 
wiping away the traces of my hearse

a walk on the path bestowed upon a wish 
to escape a life of sorrows and tears
a wish to fly
to smile
to erase all memories
that led to these insecurities

it's 2 a.m.
and I'm following my dreams
tracking down heartbeats
in the mazes underneath desirable sins
ointment for soulmates' kindled skins

an envisioned break from life's prison
continuously fueled by an alluring illusion
and ludicrous hopes
of a corpse 
desperately looking for a pulse
to hang on to whilst everything burns

it's 2 a.m.
as the fairy comes mumbling a lie
wake up, wake up, let it die

a deep breath, then a sigh

let it die, let it die