“When you spend your whole life

Building stone castles

When the walls start to crumble

Exposed to the world

When the wind burns my face

And the smoke burns my eyes

I can't ever cry

I can't ever cry

You gotta help . . .

To make me somebody

You gotta help . . .

To open my eyes”

Oingo Boingo, “Help Me”

Melora woke up in time to go to work that Monday morning. ( Read more... )

“I'm made of hair and bone and little teeth

I think I cannot speak

I come on like a crippled plaything

My spine is just a string

I wrapped our love in all this foil

Silver tight like spider legs

I never wanted it to ever spoil

But flies will lay their eggs”

Tourniquet, by Rasputina

A/n: Sorry for the long absence between updates, a lot of things have been ( Read more... )

Once upon a time
a man was created
assembled in his prime
undying yet ill-fated
his master’s unfinished plans,
his life’s work abandoned
the substitute proved permanent
left with only scissors for hands.

Lonely in my castle
hours bathed in silence
still I find it facile
whiling in innocence
to take joy in simple things
a burst of movement, a ( Read more... )

The Ostrich and the Egret
Had a very fine flat to let.
Figurine hutch, no the place wasn't much, but they
Got a Peacock.

He would say what he's gonna do.
He would say what he wanted to.
Ostrich and Egret were filled with regret, but the
Rent's well worth him.

He felt things that they'd never felt.
Like the slap of a feather belt.
So still they sit ( Read more... )