And When I Told You I Loved The City, You Set It On Fire. Now I'm Afraid To Hand You My Heart.

Not a day goes by when I am not obsessing over Cardan's tail.

I don't believe in heaven or hell but if there's a hell, I'll meet you there.

The girl in my dreams

Silk cascading down her arms,

Her sweet laughs like a prayer,

The mystery girl in my dreams,

Why don't you pull me in forever?

Eyes as deep as void, curls flowing in the midnight air,

She gives me a fickle stare,

Then disappears into the waves.

My heart you have taken, my mind bewitched,

Don't taunt me with your absence,

When you disappear without a trace.

I would let you drown me deep below,

If you promise to never let go,

The waves closing in, I would never protest,

For my heart was yours even before we met.

Rereading The Cruel Prince and the way Cardan was so much obsessed with Jude that he didn't know what to do so he just wrote her name several times on the paper like a mantra crackles me up each time.

And the fact Jude thought he did it because he hate her Like GIRLL, he's mad obsessed over you!

The Void

The rustle in the leaves, the pitter and patter

Not a single noise, not a single clatter

The void is watching but the world is blind

The creaks have quieted yet the mess is in the mind.

Winds picking up, the window rattle with violence

Where are my thoughts, guess I lost them in silence.

Rain is falling but the man in front of me stays dry

Is he the sins I committed or simply the void?

My hands are covered in blood in the dark

She turns on the light and it's just the ink

I ask her to tell me the difference and she's silent

For the pen and the gun are both weapon and waste depending on the hands.

My nightmares making my life miserable, I cannot speak. The house is silent, cause the screams of agony die on my lips.

I have many regrets but oh my love, I'm afraid you will be that one I'll never be able to forget.

Dim lit windows

Dim lit windows at 1am, the record playing the same song,

Candles burning out, on the table are waiting more,

Pages filled with grief, her tears are the ink,

Dim lit windows at 1:30am, wonder if she ever sleeps.

Dim lit windows at 2:00am, the wind is blowing low,

Leaves rustle in the tree, a scent of caffeine from the stove,

Curtains left open, the red dress hanging from the door,

Dim lit windows at 2:30am, wonder if she didn't find a date for prom.

Dim lit windows at 3:00am, the rain is falling now,

Her shadow calmly walks upstairs, the cup of coffee left alone,

Caught the sight of her midnight black hair, the image was fickle,

Dim lit windows at 3:30am, the rain stopped, not a single ripple.

Dim lit windows at 4:00am, the curtains now closed,

Yet my thoughts are plagued by her and the melody of her favorite song,

The night is never dark for her, the street lamp making her feel at ease,

Dim lit windows at 5:00am, she has finally found peace in dreams.

Home isn't always a place where you live. Sometimes it's your best friend who wraps you in her arms and you know everything will be alright.

If I were to tell you all that hurts, if I were to open all my scars again, Oh darling would you let me bleed in your hands?