Thinking of You

Against my better judgement

I find my thoughts on you

And when I guide them back to the present

My heart aches

A rap at the door

"Come in, do come in, it's so terribly cold today."

"Thankee, thankee kind miss, are your parents at home?"

"Why, no sir, they are out at market."

"What are they doing at the market, young miss?"

"Buying bread to lay on the table, sir."

"And who shall eat this bread?"

"Why, my parents and I, sir, for my brother is dead."

"Dead and gone, dead and gone, a pity."

"Pity, sir?"

"A pity you have no one here with you."

"Oh, I'm not alone sir, for I have a cat to keep me company."

"A cat is no companion for a little girl."

"But she is the witch's cat, sir."

"The witch's cat! Dear me, what does she say to you?"

"That you'd be coming today, sir."

"Really?"

"Yes, sir. That's why I have tea ready, sir. Just for you."

"How kind. But I must not stay long. Are you ready to be off?"

"Of course not, sir, my parents are expecting me to be here tonight."

"But they expect nothing, young miss."

"Then, sir, where are we to go?"

"To the mountains of darkness, and by all means, bring the cat."

"But she is not ready to go, sir."

"Then we shall travel alone on the road to Hell."

Burn My Heart to Ash

Just a million miles more to the moon
To the-
Ocean swells at my feet.
And hope is my pillow
While I sail into the sunrise
Into the-
Window that I stare out.
It's raining again...
Hope is my umbrella,
Spread itself over my head
But I look up
And it's a million miles more to the moon
To the-
Salty breeze that steals away my dreams
Under the cover of darkness.
Just remember to hope
With all that you have in your chest
There is so much-
So little time
To dream

My Cup is Empty

Lie against the night, against the trash I sleep in
Just one more drink and I'm gone
You don't give me a second thought
(Styrofoam dreams guide me to rest)
But when they lay me in the ground
I will not rot or crumble
And you'll hate me years from now
When, in all my glory, you'll dig me up and heave me to space
And I will not rot or crumble
A reminder of all your sins
And fights
And humanity
I am your nightmares
And I do not rot or crumble
(Styrofoam dreams to guide you home)

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Sometimes I wonder if I'm alone when I look at blood




And see roses in bloom