A vintage dress and lips of red,
under the moonlight drawing me in,
songs of fire, shadows, and sin
dance for the living and mourn for the dead.

The autumn air, it bites and chills
the night's a stage the graveyard's still
Your whisper of my name, a soft regret
A love song for me playing on your lips

A spell is cast with blood and bloom
the scent of roses fills the tomb
with flowers growing in my hands
and my fractured faults here I stand.

Your voice still lingers, a hollow sigh
you said you'd stay, but ghosts don't lie
Forever bound to October skies,
where the dead don't sleep and my love never dies.

The moon wears a veil of silver lament,
Spinning slow in a waltz with the tides.
She hums in the hush where the lovers sweat, drunk on the night with memories gone blind.

The sky is a stage and she plays all her parts, the maiden, then mother, then ghost in a haze.
Just a lover, a liar, a thief of lost hearts, watching us burn in the blue of our days.

But time is a tide and she's just the moon, pulling and fading then full once again.
A clock with no hands just cycles round noon
A carousel turning where times always thin.

She whispers in echoes of centuries past
Soft as a prayer, a glow to soak in
Lovers dance beneath not knowing she's where time began.

I wear a smile and play the part
Hide the storm inside my heart.
As long as you don't meet my gaze,
You'll never see I'm lost in a haze.
Racing forward, standing still.
Waiting games are breaking my will.
Hours blur and chaos stays
While spinning through these endless days.
Too much to do, too much to lose,
I'm drowning in the wish for new.

The battle in my mind rages loud
and on the outside I'm calm,
but really there's no one around
and so into depression I fall

the silence is eerie where I sit,
in limbo with the love and hate
one side so deserving of one to commit
the other longing for a dreadful fate

there is nothing left to be done or said
no words to help heal the heart
when you live a life at war with yourself
and call your chaos an art

The weight of the void pulls me deep,
a temptation I can’t seem to outlast.
The only solace I find is in sleep
bound by the nightmares of my past.

When everything is loud the mind goes silent
but never in the way one would like it
The race is so overwhelming it's now just a hum
The hands are steady but the mind grows numb
Eager to please unsteady to rise
Constant exhaustion from boundaries pushed aside.
Anger held down suppressed in the void
Feelings inundate, set up to destroy.

This is your life, love; ending minute by minute,
A cigarette's kiss with no fire left in it.
You bloom like a rosebud in the Hollywood haze,
Chasing forever through borrowed bouquets.

Time slips its hands round your soft throat,
Beautiful as the lies in a suicide note.
You dance in the dark with memories you once knew,
Life is fleeting and darling, so are you.

Golden and gone in the blink of an eye,
Perfume lingers with your half-written cry.
You wanted to burn, just not flicker and fade,
But the stars never weep for the mess that they made.

Of all of the hearts that you tried to outrun,
None of them stayed to see you undone.
So sip on your sorrow, it’s vintage and blue;
This is your life, and it’s leaving you too.

It starts with an itch beneath the skin,
silence breaking deep within.
No warning alarm, no dying hymns
just pressure building at the brim.

My past hangs heavy, rough and tight,
a suit of scale that dims the light.
But growth is cruel; it splits, it rips,
and leaves you naked to your tips.

I scrape along the jagged stone,
each twist a crack, each breath my own.
rendering a new me with changes inside,
the façade I wore, my pains died.

While I'm raw in this new guise,
I'm rising with sharper, clearer eyes.
For loss is gain when change begins,
like a serpent I'm freed from dying within.