My Favorite Lullaby

Last night my lover came to me.

He crouched low on one bended knee.

With a smile so bright, it seemed heavenly.

And then my lover began whispering,

"Take my hand, beauty.

There's nothing to fear.

Those shadows can't harm you,

whenever I'm here."

Cloaked by the night,

my lover's face was unseen.

He pulled me close,

before telling me,

"Walk with me, beauty.

Stop believing their lies.

It's me that needs you, darling,

tell them goodbye."

Tears welled in my eyes,

knowing what I'd leave behind.

but His voice was like satin,

Goodbye wasn't frightening

with his hand in mine.

"I'll wait for you, Beauty.

you will be mine.

I am eternal,

I have nothing but time."

Death told me he loved me.

Before he kissed me goodnight.

His voice will always be

my favorite lullaby.

Stitches

Sure

I can stitch these wounds together

with a string of pretty words.

I'll just pull a pin from my heart

to give a point to another verse.

I know I'm finally healing

when it hurts the worst.

But 

Eventually

I'll need to bleed

and my seams

will

start 

to 

burst.

*RL*

Gunslinger:

They say she smells like gunpowder,

Permanently stained from
countless bullets

crafted from shooting stars.

Rounds of hope
fired desperately

at the crescent moon.
Poor trigger happy girl,

burying herself beneath the shells 

of hollow dreams.

Her rebel soul never quivered

When a stranger came to town.

But still, it never mattered

how many outlaws 

she dusted at high noon.

Or how brightly the golden stars

Blazed inside her:

No one can survive a shot through the heart.

Not even The Gun Slinger,

Who could light up the night sky

With the ashes of fairy tales.

D U M M Y

Just tell me

what you want them to hear.

I'll say it twice

then another time.

Until I can convince their ears,

the voice they hear is mine.

They think its magic, darling!

They gather round for just a peak.

Even though your lips

aren't seen parting,

they know 

you're controlling me.

Inanimate without you,

locked in a pretty box, I'm trapped.

Until you want to put on a show,

And place your hand upon my back.