Hiding herself from the prodding eyes of the...
Her heart beats for one who must remain nameless...

Walking the beach, my hands are free
My footsteps lonesome in the sand...

My screaming mind seeks peace
From the pronounced monsters...

When I look into her eyes
Like the look of a puppy...

My clock has ceased its obnoxious ticking,
It has yet to echo once more...

Raggedly breathing
As I stare at the razor...

You sparkled my life with joy,
Leaving me feeling whole...

I lay on the ground, eyes bloodshot and wet,
My tears staining the hardwood floor with sorrow...

Sheltered by my own protection,
Veiled by the lace of my shirt...

I long for the touch of the moon,
Nyx's gift to me...

You told me forever.
You promised you would stay...

Why, I ask you, do I stay?
May I be the masochist that I claim...