You know how to find me, you know where to find me, all it takes is to want to.
I’ve never been yours and never will be, for I don’t believe in fairy tales. I belong to the world which aches, I belong to the ones with sorrow, I belong to those who need, and for them I live and bleed. But once my work is done, once I can no longer give, and once them eyes tell me to leave, I drag myself out of the scene and let them angels be.
It hurts to disappear, for the steps I take backwards are those onto the shattered heart of mine, but those who bleed in darkness are silenced by the night, so those who are meant to smile can dream of the world that will never be.
And there I lie in my corner, watching the world drown itself in hand-made misery, I burn my wounds and swallow the pain, wishing for this heart to die, but hoping, that before it does, I’ll see your astral smile again.
But till then, I shall keep my silence.
“And round it spins, and round it goes
Her smile through silver eyes doth shine
And down it slips, and down it falls
Into the spiral Hell of mine”