Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

  "But what about my sanity? " "What about it? " "I believe I am insane. " "Would you rather be insane and happy or sane and miserable? " "I am not happy... I am insane and yet miserable. Maybe there is no hope for me. Maybe some people are just meant to be miserable. " "You don't mean that, do you? " "Can't you see it? Here, touch my eyes, my cheeks. These are real tears. My heart is so heavy today, I feel I might die very soon. " "Why are you talking like this? " "Because I am poisoning myself each day. I am such a coward that I dare not kill myself. So I do it little by little. Extinguish the life out of me. " "Do you not love me? Do you not love yourself? " "I love you, but I guess I do not love myself. I'm dying because I have lost the capacity to feel any joy at all. I am so numb it makes me sad. These tears aren't because of being sad. They are because I don&#

I broke it down,  The world I built.  It was never yours,  To begin with.  Picked it up,  And smashed it Against a wall.  There you go,  I said. Now it's done.  Are you happy now?  I warned you,  Didn't I?  About who  I can really be.  But no, you chose To not listen,  Time and again.  What a sweet girl,  You are, my angel.  You said, pitifully.  I am no angel.  You were wrong,  All along. I told you,  I can be a bitch,  The worst  You've ever seen.  Real bitches Don't cause havoc.  They just sit In a corner,  With their resting bitch faces,  And you never know,  What they are thinking.  Is it scorn or anger,  Disgust or non chalance?  Nope, no clue really.  It came crashing down,  That world, the one I let you enter.  Shattered into pitiful pieces,  Vile red blood On my toes,  As you exclaim,  Watch out!  No, you watch out, my dear!  What will you do,  When I'm no longer there,  So lonely in a glass ball.  Will you break yours too?  Will you pretend to feel sad,  L

I'm coming to see you tonight. Step out to breathe in the night air and you'll find me, a vapourless form hovering in the dark.  You're not the only one with thin long fingers that can slide in and out of rainy dreams. I have fingers that stretch too. When you feel a tingle on your arm, know it's me touching you gently. But I wont stop there. I will claim every inch of you that's mine. I know what makes you toss in your sleep, the parts you ache to be touched. My mouth is a whirlpool of summer honeysuckle and slippery brooks. That's where I'll let you rest.  You've been sad for way too long and I can't see you like this anymore. I want to be the one you call when you feel restless. There is no shame between you and me. I don't judge anyone's yearning. I know you yearn for me while you press your hands to your belly.  I say it again. I would do anything for you. And I mean it. Just as I know you would for me. Did I tell you I have long fingers

No one's coming  To save you.  No one's going To find,  What you think You may gave lost,  The colours Of your mind.  It was a silent night,  That time you cried.  Every tear that Disappeared Deep in A darkened sky.  With clouds of Salty rain,  Your garden It did change.  See the roses,  Purple and blue,  Mourning the stains That remained.  No one's coming To save you.  No one's going to find What you think You may have lost,  The colours  Of your mind.  Pick up the paintbrush,  My sweet darling,  This time just for you.  Bright green grass,  Shines in the sun.   Silver fairies,  Who sing and hum.  The roses they Change colours,  Crimson and scarlet red White daisies,  Outside your door,  Yellow sunflowers,  On your bed.  No one's coming To save you.  No one's going To find.  What you think  You may have lost The colours Of your mind.  No one needs To save you.  No one needs  To find.  What you Have hidden From the world,  The colours Of your mind.  No one's