Ripped From The Socket..
My Feelings Set Free...
Cast Out From The Locket..
Nothing Left To See...

Banned From The Life...
Forever Not To Gain...
Frightful Of The Knife..
Forever With The Pain...

The Truth May Hold...
My Fate is Sealed...
The Pain Too Bold..
To Die Unrevealed...

I was running
when i spotted
a ghost...
it was as white as the clouds..
It started to rain...
as i ran i noticed the ghost was crying...
As it suddenly turned into a lightning storm
I ran for cover in a nearby shed...
I waited for sometime..
the storm never stopped...
so I just ran outside...
the ghost was standing in front of me...
he was smiling...
I smiled back...as I suddenly felt a sudden urge of pain...
I was bleeding.....but i was bleeding black blood...
as i looked at the ghost he was black...
black..and red..
as i reached for his hand i saw a knife...
it was all white...
the storm ...stopped but then it started snowing
i looked down and i saw blood..
as i looked at him..he looked back
i smiled...
he stared wide eyed....
I stood up......
and i grabbed his knife......
i licked it and kissed him....
as I was going to cut off my head I said.....
loneliness hurts worse then pain

I see a man in the distance...
he is smiling....
he makes me happy and..
as i smile...
i see he is a digital man...
he isnt real...
I leave...
he runs after...and kisses me
i feel the soft warm lips...
but he is not pure..
.................
I stare...
He may not be pure...
but i still love him......
as i feel his body......
i feel nothing....
I push him off.....
he disapperes........
I walk home....
I never see him again...
.......................................
7 years later..........
im still walking ...
into nowhere.....
as i lay to rest......
i see him....
hes with a girl....
...I fall into a deep sleep
i see him as i kiss him....
it was snowing that day.....
as i feel his body.......
i feel his flesh....
as i open my eyes im standing here kissing him.......
i guess it was all a dream......

Here I am playing my violin
Its music so soft and sweet
Everytime I play it
it makes me weep
Today I play the black spirit
It doesnt play
I try to tune my violin
I make it tight
Now tonight I play...
I try and try
It wont play
I weep for my violin..
Now I tune it more
As I tighten the strings..
One breaks...
I stare at it crying so hard.....
But I know that crying wont help it...
As I shed a tear on my violin...
I see a string...
It's broken.....
I rip the string out of its slot
I stare at it..
I cant do anything to help it...
I set down my violin....
I leave the room and house...
I never returned to that house again....

In the Shadows of this Stage...
Lurks the Gothic Ballerina...
One step on stage...
She is sealed forever...

The Dance of Life and Death...
Her Performance so Elegant...
Her Beauty is terrifying...
Her Dreams so far from reach..

She is alone..
She does not belong...
Abstract from the stage..
She stands out of Place..

The Wrong partner comes..
Uses her with mighty strength...
Her Performance was disgraced..
The Show must End or Regain..

I am Trapped Within My Lies...
My Heart Has Fallen....
The Breath Within me Ceased...
My Mind is Closed..

The Performance is Gone..
Vanished in The light..
The Stage is Empty and Gone...
The Lights Are Dim and Dead...