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Like a heat wave from hell, these emotions come crashing through. There's no tenderness anymore. Still, someday; I'll find my way back to your bed, and maybe then you'll find your way back to your heart. Who can say for sure? I don't waste my time with trying to figure things out. I have to clean up this blood, wash up this soul and bury this pain - if ever I hope to be happy with you.



Are you burning?



Copyright 1996, 2002, 2005

Don't sell me green pastures, I don't want to be a part of your Paradise. I've handed myself over to the enemy within, and have thereby cleansed myself of the sin.



So what do I need to be 'saved' for?



You can paint yourself many new faces to hide yourself from your own, but I no longer need to hide. No more hopeless dreaming. No more screaming: "When is it going to be my turn?!"



I'd rather burn in my own hell; but, I've found my own heaven. There I break no bread with saints nor false prophets.



I am cleansed.



Copyright 1996, 2005

White lace, silver spoons... silly dreams of a home I won't be making. Let this house burn. I'll only be taking the memories, while the ashes fly away to meet their destiny in the endlessness of the sea.



I wonder what shores they will reach. If I follow them, will I gain freedom? Could these ashes teach me a little about myself?



Copyright 1996

The clock has struck twelve. I sit and dwell over my shattered glass slipper. I broke it myself, just to see where the pieces would land.



Walk over to me - barefoot - if you dare. Dance with me until there's not a single shard left to stain with blood. I could be your Cinderella once more - if you have the time.



The clock has struck twelve again. Are you going to turn into a pumpkin? Well then, HURRY, you little mouse! Before the other shoe gets broken.



Copyright 1996

The hunger is approaching unbearable. My sense of self is detaching and shaking to its core. He is laying in wait for the tumbling - to topple over what's left. He has been sharpening the tools for nearly a hundred years, and plotting the method of my fall for much longer than that.



"Aren't you the one always screaming for unity?" he asks. "Come; it will be revealed and accomplished in one single act."



I run...



Copyright 1988