LadyRoseShade

There's a kind of me That everyone sees Sometimes happy, sometimes sad What I wear on top There's a kind of me That some people see The layer below More cautious and quiet There's a kind of me That few people see So close to me Angry and cold There's a kind of me That no one sees Not even me I've lost the key

The Drawer It's so dark in that drawer. It's so very dark, no light reaches it, forever closed. Scattered playing cards, the Jokers smiling faces lying unseen. The king and his men, atop a few dimes. Just cold, hard metal, engraved with value. A small, twisty screw – its use forgotten long ago. One piece of paper, scribbled writing covering the yellowed surface. A letter from a friend, an admirer; gone with the years. A watch, the leather band weathered and cracked, the face broken and the glass dulled. And the gun. The smooth metal and the blackened barrel, covered in small dark brown spots that looked almost like blood. No,

The Carousel Still in the dark Silent and grim The horses unmoving The fading white trim Paint peels and flakes The eyes are dead Colours once vibrant Yellow and red Still saddled up With no one to ride No purpose, no point Sorrow can't hide The music box sits Beneath layers of dust The poles are bent And covered with rust Yet still it may work The parts are all there Go on; turn the key Turn the key if you dare With a great sigh It heaves and groans Beginning to turn More wheezing and moans The music starts playing A pitchy, ill tune A whining screech Like a wolf at the moon And now the horses Slowly they spin

Should the day come when an angel would be as a demon and a demon as an angel, the world should stop its turn. And that it should. For there is nothing to cause such upset as to have good and bad become a single entity. It would be confusing to say the least. The conscience is the capacity to distinguish between right and wrong, to know. But when these lines, these boundaries, begin to blur, then how are we to know? Furthermore, how are we to know when we have crossed a line if we do not know the line is there? Prologue She stands perfectly still in the cold night air. The deep blue of the dark around her is perfectly shaded, like a pictur

I had it once I had it all I had what I wanted I had what I needed I lost it once I lost it all I didn't have what I wanted I didn't have what I needed I miss it now I miss it all I want it back I need it back I can't have it back.

When I'm with you Time is different Hours become minutes Days become a flash A glimpse of something Not long enough to catch When I'm with you I lose my mind I'm not really there I'm in our world Thoughts and dreams Become unfurled Looking into your eyes Feels like I'm falling Feels like a dream Time is tough But I've got you And forever isn't long enough

I look at it I stare at it I don't want to But my eyes are glued It's all wrong It's completely wrong Everything about it Makes me want to cry Why would you? How could you? I wouldn't You shouldn't