Become the wind Dance with falling leaves Fly towards the sun As tall as the sky Playing with the stars

Curled up at his feet Begging for my life again Please, Daddy please Sorry, so sorry Disregarded

paint me beautiful color me with passion’s red shadow me with dark’s desire

I was a child, Hated and scorned Cast to the wolves The day I was born Though I may tremble in fear

she walks on air hanging from twisted strings a painted marionette dancing for her manipulator but if she falls

Tears fall, land, roll, plop, splat. They glitter on scars. Sniff, wipe, blow... Gross!