Destination anywhere,
frozen tears pierce my skin,
as a bitter wind slaps my face.
Much like the memories of you and this place.

Passersby, in ghostly form,
not really here but not really gone.
The train rolls in, like storm clouds in the sky.
I've never been so glad to say goodbye.

The conductor, in his broken down attire,
bids me good day as I board his vessel.
One way ticket to parts unknown,
no turning back once the whistle has blown.

They skip, they leap, they dance, they fly
Till on their lovers breast they lie,
Up again once more they prance
You may not give a second glance.

As Autumn into Winter flows
Winds pick up and start to blow,
Choose myriad colours from the trees
And start the ball of Autumn leaves.

Do you not watch them as they fly?
From one love to another hie,
While we dance life's eternal waltz
Then like the leaves we end the course.

He wears not a cape of red or gold,
but a shoddy cloak of black and hood.
Sickle in hand, banging on the floor.
A bony finger beckons me, once more.

Hypnotized by the eyes beneath the cover,
Falling in line with every jagged breath,
rhythmically two stepping into his grasp.
Skeletal hands I clasped until death

And as the world around me went black,
my soul weakened as we left,
time was slipping so fast, I was safe at last.
Safe at last...safe at last.

Within the darkest hour,
of the darkest night,
whispers creep through the crevices,
bringing devastating truths to light.

Floor boards creak,
from unseen feet.
Colorless lips rasp in spite,
giving way to an invisible fight.

Secrets kept, to mourn in silence.
Slip through the cracks
while others pull the knife
in and out of your back.

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In the darkness, I can see a light
though I'm not supposed to look
Pale white it shines at a distance
at thought of it, I'm shook

Full moon; I cannot help it
the draw of you like a flame
A moth am I, all fired up
I try thinking of my name

Your story has me mesmerized
the pain you've had to take
I want to hold and comfort you
But, too soon your last mistake

Warm night, steam from ice.
Hold me down, beneath your body.
Mama's baby drenched in sin,
while you call for me again.

As my lips scrape against your chest,
a single tear falls, grazing my breast.
Knowing it will never be more than this.
Survival of the fittest.

In striving to be different
We are all the same
For the very thing we want
Is to make a name

Too many times we wish for
Things we cannot obtain
Oh, how much I want to
Show just what I've gained

I'm not the same, I assure you
I have my dreams, you see
Yes, that's only thing so different
Between you and little old me

Misty morning fog.
Damp air against my skin.
Fallen branches across the exit.
Have I missed the message again?

Mercyful Fate plays in the background,
as I look at the dirt below.
I come so often but do you hear me?
Father I didn't know.

Do you listen as I cry?
Wanting nothing more than to die.
Begging to take this internal pain away.
I have no desire to stay.

Familiar footsteps racing down the stairs.
Crawling inside myself as Satan himself appears.
Hoping he won't notice while stalking through the room.
Flashbacks hit like lightening strikes; tired old fears.

Twist the words falling from my lips.
Breathing the same air has become a capitol offense.
Try not to stare, even into space.
How he hates the look of my face!