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It's times like these in which I fear...I only wish that you were here.
As I slowly prepare to die that I think I need you in my arms now and forever...
Forever after. And I'm in deep thought...is it all real or is it just a dream?
For I ran out of sick days so should I call in dead?
Am I just waiting in pain, as I reach for the sky?
Could you ever save me from this coming darkness?
Am I just a twisted soul trapped in a twisted world where beauty is as black as angel wings?
And can you look into my eyes like the open doors and can you see that I'm just a lost soul?
For tragic magic and fairy tale wings, the solid within me sings.
With the stories unknown and a spirit here and there.
The eyes of the elves, so very fair. A world with pixie dust and unicorns.
A beautiful rose with deadly thorns. As I wonder through a word so tragic.
I wonder through a world of magic.
What comes next is something I fear, as Syrians sing I'm drawn near.
They pull me in and say goodbye. None heard my desperate cry.
So it has come to this and the pixies helped me not, just a little magic was all my heart sought. But watch out, the fairies bite, and ogars are not a pretty sight.
Stay away from the waters rim or your fate will soon be grim.
You will quickly die, when the Syrians cry.
But love is life. If you miss all the love, you miss life itself,
and fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to change it every six months.
But our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in raising every time we fall.
And remember to be kind to unkind people, for they probably need it most.
Thus when reality bites, it bites with a verity of sizes of teeth.
And I find I'm vanishing into eternity.
For the moon only shines bright for you, thus I cannot place my spell upon you.
And the most beautiful star in the sky is the one that shines only for you.
And even angels get lonely sometime.
And I feel I'm waking an eternity of nightmares for myself.
And I found I'm only a moonlight shadow for you.
Because sometimes it's fun to remember the past, and sometimes we cry, but why do we cry?
Is it because it hurts to remember them, or is it because we can't go back?
And I ask everyone to please leave me be because I am forever waiting for you, my love,
and I will wait for you till the end of eternity but then I shall realize you're not coming back. Because we were once a great big crazy family where no one cared to dance.
Then and only then could you open your eyes and dream.
Will we be serving up smiles or will we be serving sorrow instead?
But that's when the wolfs' teeth sunk into my throat
and then I cried out because I'd never see your warm smile again.
I'd never look into those golden eyes so full of acceptance,
I'd never be wrapped in you warm grasp while I slept,
I'd never be there to comfort you again.
That's the only reason those tears fell from my eyes.
I didn't cry from the pain of fangs in flesh, I cried from the pain of knives in heart.
And I saw you standing there above me, holding out your hand out to me
and I took it with a smile that would never be able to match your beautiful one.
We flew then, we flew side by side, hand in hand, wrapped in each others warm arms.
We flew to the gates of heaven,
holding onto each other like we were the last real things in the world,
holding onto each other with a passion that could never be matched.
That's when you whispered something into my ear.
Something I'd been waiting for my whole life, something I was dying to hear.
Those three simple words that meant so much to me.
"I love you."



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