birdlike bonesit's like youwrapped your fingersaround my throatand then hadthe nerve to ask meto breathe.
Daddy, am I pretty?Daddy, am I pretty?"Daddy, daddy look at me!"She laughed and twirled aroundDressed up in her dress-up clothes.Daddy didn't make a sound. "Daddy, daddy look at me."She told him once again."Daddy, am I pretty?" Asked she, feeling empty within. "Yes." said daddy flatlyThough look he never did.She ripped off all the clothes,Ran to her room and hid.Daddy never came To ever see if she was fine. In her floor she laid.All she could do was cry. Daddy didn't love her;She knew that in her heart.It's not right for a five year oldTo feel broken, torn apart. Although too many years have passed The story's still the same.I called only when I needed himBut daddy never came.Now my dreams are haunted With that broken little girlAnd her horrid misconception ofThe best daddy in the world.
RegretOnce, you were my everything.I was blinded by my need.How could it have ever worked,When we could never touch?You were my fantasy,My dream love.I still don’t understand whyIt had to end the way it did.Our beautiful loveSplintered into thousands of nightmares.I know I was the one to break it off,But I’ll always regret we changed so much.Why did you drive me away?Did I mean so little to you?Or could it be I dreamed you into being?All I have now are muddled memories,And more missing pieces…
imaginemy vacant fingers missthe press of yourseven if it was onlyin my mindthat we weretouching.you were mine, therefloating happily througheyes squeezed shutbecause you wereright there with mebut now you're not.your fingersare pressing intothe dips of her spineand it's notfair.you said you wanted toalways make me happybutall you did wasmake me cry.
SirensThey converge towards her tumultuous tideAt a pathetic peasant like paceFoolishly lured by this oceanic museAs the sea and their vessel embraceEnchanted melodies from the undertowAmeliorate the stagnant seaAs resistance sinks to a watery graveTemptation shows signs of buoyancyIt is only a whisper in the wild windThough such a sweet and innocent callFrom beyond the slate grey clouded horizonComes the wretched waves of the white squallWatching on in wonder from the widow’s walkAs the weak willed cast their final shadowEntranced and entrapped by her prurient gazeAnd swallowed in her seagirt meadowDiabolical desire filled the boatman’s mindsNow as they sink down to the seabedCopious levels of brine shall fill the lungsOf their doomed, hopeless corpses insteadDead water ripples gently under moonshineEquilibrium is now restoredNo sign of the siren’s most recent conquestNor of those souls that have gone before