IamElizabeta

In the dusk beyond a thousand lies is where my secret fortress hides, standing on love, guarded by hate, past the cavern moat and gilded gate. Tower's spires prick the sky as the wind weaves round, singing lullaby. The howling sound drifts down corridors with soft feet's padding down the floors. And who's here to be pacing, but I? And who's here to hear the lullaby? And who else will ever see this place if no one else may pass through the gate? For this place of observance is mine, in the tallest tower, where I spend my time, and the deepest dungeon with horrors I hide, all this is mine, and only mine. Because, though admitt

Through the veil of welling tears i see You cold, still, empty, surrounded by lilies i know You'd find too white, too pure i can't stand to see You here, arms limp and weak, face too serene, no fire burns in Your eyes, Your heart, Your soul i beg you not to leave me here. to stay with me any way You can be the Ghost in my mirror the creeping Shadow on  my wall the Monster under my bed the Shiver up my spine the Demon in my closet the Hairs raised on my neck the Someone i feel watching me the One i cannot place the Razor biting at my skin every Bruise that reminds me Stay my sweetest Sadist Love me monstrously.

Swinging fist Swelling eye Blackened skin Muffled cry Bloodshot eyes Pinpoint pupils Wrinkled brow Animal snarl Turn to small sad sorry smile whispered apology hushing cries powerful arms hold me tight racing heartbeat matches mine soft lips warm breath in my ear Never again not like this time.

Those days that come and go come more And more. And though I chase those thoughts away Again Again, Those days are coming more and more, Again, Again, And though i find I fear myself More And more, I find that I cannot ignore what's here Again Inside My mind, my heart, they ache Finding comfort in The sound of falling tears and clicking keys Tap Tap Lulling them to sleep Far So far Away Though here, in truth, I stay.  

Siren songs sing out on high, Deadly music in the sky, Taunting ears with sweetest sound With tales of future wonder found. Deep beneath the water we, Who weave song and tale so beautifully, Shall drag you, dreaming, down beneath And take from you your soul's own sheath. Sure as the sun is in the sky Will this, death's own lullaby, The thing of nightmares and lore, Bring you to your end by your own accord.

Dancing round the mirror's edge, torn hem  of your skirts flutt'ring with your broken heart. Aching feet under ankles quiv'ring like the strings of the crying violin. Dance, Dance,  Dance, my darling. Spin circles round the ballroom floor. Stand strong, forever in my arms.      Are you ready to be born again?