They whisper to me quietly
speaking tales of empathy...

Sometimes the saddest stories
Are the ones right before your eyes...

Sweet Agony,
Why must you stay here with me...

Burning my way through the sand
I come upon a creature...

Tangled up in a web so distorted
Hooks piercing the flesh trapping you...

I've been sitting on the outside
For so very long...

I am the girl with the look
Beautiful -thin- perfect to the camera...

My heart bleeds for the lost
The ones that have let go of hope...

Generalize to your heart's content
Seriously what damage could it do...

In reality perhaps is just a phrase of uncertainty
One word that can make the meaningful- meaningless...

Quite frankly I don't get you
But you seem to get me...

Silly little moth I wish I was like you
Able to fly even when the lights go out...