My mind was floating on the edge
Unsettled, always moving
Never quite there nor here
It detached from this world
Leaving behind all feeling
Running away, never really returning
Floating far away
Finally free
Finally at peace
I just want to open my eyes
to see the unknown
to be taken to other worlds
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Somewhere in your words
that you so beautifully wrote down
I buried myself and hid away
let me stay here in your mind
it's such a lovely place
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I was lonely and cold
so I made some new friends
but they had no hearts
and eventually faded away
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Everything that I do
is half-formed and halfhearted
reflecting my inner self
broken
Touch the dark
Touch the sorrow within my heart
Look at me softly
Don't move to quickly
I am a frightened animal
Hiding by myself
Lost in my mind
Never coming out
Walk towards me
I run away
Reach out a hand
And I just might bite it
There's a monster in the woods
That's made of nothing but the Night
Likes to eat children up
Likes to stalk and listen
To little hearts, and rushing blood
Knows where you are
Knows how to get you to come
There's a monster in my dreams
Creeping and crawling around
I can always feel
When He is around
I don't understand
These thoughts, I am drifting
I don't understand
But it's probably because He's near
I feel it in my bones
Like how some can feel the storms
The corners are dark
But I see clearly
There's a monster in the woods
Who loves small children
I am not a child
But I'm sure He likes me too
Pills that make me sleepy,
She sang by herself
Deaf to the outside world
She ran in the field of dreams
Loudly laughing
Drinking in the sunlight
Wild and free, she screamed in joy
Running to the edge
She beamed, her smile almost as bright as father Sun
Bees drinking the sweat off her body
Butterflys giding her through the Forest of Thoughts
Moths gathered to her
Fireflys danced for her
Even the deer and rabbits didn't shy from her
She howled to mother Moon
She cried with her friends when one left the world forever
She was one with nature
Her heart pounded to the same beat of the Earth
She ran with the wind
She swam with grace across the seas
She at the fruits of the
She said that she wants to look nice for Saint Peter when he comes for her
And when she gets to Heaven, Saint Michael is going to put her to work
The Spirit in the corner doesn't belong on this earth, and nether does she but she's stuck here
The Sprites from the Moon are walking around the house, and they kept her up all night
Around her neck lays a cross, a ring, and a portrait
Hunched over from age, she is sinking into herself
The little girl in a dress outside wants her to come out
Who's there?
97 years is heavy on the Soul
But still, she lives on
This house of Spirits, they came from the Moon
They drift through the walls and slip past the Shadows that hang on the walls
At Night they creak along, restless and sad
Stuck in this World
They don't belong here
In the corner of your eyes, you see a flicker
A Shade
A Figure
Incomplete and broken
You look
They swiftly move away, always at the edge of your vision
Never quite there, always disappearing
You know that they're there, always looking
Ignoring them, you go back to what you were doing
These beings from the Moon, are cursed to stay
Don't mind them though
Unless you want to be stuck too