The world has turned a dazzling silver

And all the stars have turned to stone

What is now and what has been

Lacks all meaning when you're alone

A bed of glass shall harbor my dreams

My eyes from soft to hardened bone.

The in between is where she roams

Equilibrium was destroyed

The in between is all she knows

Everything was destroyed

She loved the needle, the cold embrace

Erase the thoughts of forlorn days

Grey and black and red and blue

Writhing in sorrow of what is due

The girl won't cry. The girl won't bend

Knowing this turmoil will one day end

Sailing away in a boat made out of needles

Onward to burn down all the world's steeples

The in between is the home of this girl

Let the events of the future never unfurl.

Six thousand eyes were evenly spread across Sarah's grey bedroom ceiling.

Her room was furnished with only a white plywood table and an aluminum frame bed.

All six thousand eyes looked different, as if each belonged to another person.

Some were green, some were blue, most of them were black.

Most eyes looked tired yet tense, as if in weeks-long distress, blinking frequently.

Some eyes looked calm, slowly blinking once in a while.

All eyes looked around the room independently, carefully guiding their gaze, watching the room intently.

She rested her head against the wall as she sat lazily upon her untidy bed.

She heard her Father's footsteps coming up the stairs towards her bedroom.

Her Father gave the door a single gentle knock - suddenly all six thousand eyes jolted wide open and looked towards the door.

Slowly, tears started to form in every eye making them glisten.

The eyes shook with intensity.

The door opened.

And as the door opened, every eye blinked at once, sending a heavy rain upon her bedroom.

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The door closed.

It was her birthday and she had nothing.

Strict discipline lead me here - every cut a work of art.

Coherence an illusion, doomed from the start.

Chaos increases, making me writhe and sink.

I pull the trigger, my room now white and pink.

Among a thousand eyeless faces, alone I stand.

Worlds apart, you and I, seek to walk hand in hand.

As crystal marbles fall from a cold and raked sky.

With my flame extinguished, my voice frail, I fly.

Across these evergrey streets, stone stages for plays utterly sad.

Corpses in thick coats float along, in fear and angst they're clad.

Cold winds rip my empty face to shreds for the hundred thousandth time.

My eyes go black as old familiar desperation takes what's mine.

Faint warm lights behind windows lightly stained.

Illuminating the shell of a once grand dream.

Faint warm lights behind eyes dreary and drained.

Illuminating the eyes of a face rarely seen.

I am the wailing unclean spirit, born in a palace of corruption.

I am the wide mouth of the glutton, bearing the daggers of consumption.

I am the tension ever rising, in the wake of my regret.

I am the hopeful father's soul, on the long way to repent.

I am the hedonistic mercenary, flaying children with a smile.

I am Christ upon the cross, my disciples drowned in bile.

I am the sprawling army waiting, a vanguard of mistrust.

I am a kneeling God in exile, a tarnished icon of disgust.

Watch as I dissect myself.

Watch as I destroy myself.

For I am the omnipresent ghost of lust, in a world of black and red.

For I am the bane of self-acceptance, seething among the dead.

Nina built castles in a place far away

Nina built towers in a place far away

Nina used laughter to keep it at bay

Nina had nothing to keep it at bay

Every house had turned into a grave, Nina was here, Nina was here

Every bed had turned into a grave, Nina was here, Nina was here

Every thought had turned into a wave, Nina in fear, Nina in fear

Every girl had turned into a slave, Nina will hear, Nina will hear

No one had seen her on the way to the car

No one had heard her on the way to the car

Her eyes were kept fresh inside of a jar

Her pearl was kept clean inside of a jar

On a merry-go-round, she was left screaming

On the way to the car, she was left squealing

The mailman walks past, as Nina hangs from the ceiling

A cockroach is squashed, as Nina hangs from the ceiling.

I did not cry when my best friend ended his life.

He was useless.

My house is a shit-filled silo underneath a permanently overcast sky.

This town is a happy place with happy people, nobody here cries when their loved ones kill themselves.

I did not cry when I was defiled that humid night.

Yesterday, my dog was bitten by a snake, he vomited blood all over the porch, I was more than happy to lick it all up as he pleaded for help.

I did not cry when he succumbed to the snake's vicious venom.

I did not cry when I lost my limbs that humid night.

Every morning, the mailman greets me with a warm smile, as I'm elbow deep inside of my dead friend's corpse.

He's not useless anymore.

I love to relive the moment on that merry-go-round.

Everything was at it's place, I was free of adversity, free of pain and free of all mortal burden.

My vision was clear as my very being was impaled.

Every night I laugh at myself, I am so happy about losing my pearl, my God and my friend.

I dared the boy to jump off the bridge and he leaped to his untimely demise.

I laughed out loud as his body disappeared under the rusty railing.

I heard a deafening noise as his glass body shattered.

I shall never have a nervous breakdown ever again.

Off with my head, I extinguished his flame, I rejoice with my friends as we sway in the stinging wind.

I, a formless being, an abomination in a swamp of piss and spit, reaching towards a blinding light.

When I lost my pearl on the way to the car, I screamed your name, I couldn't help but laugh like a sickly hyena when you didn't answer my cry.

Please let me go on a merry-go-round!

I want to lose my limbs on a merry-go-round!

I want to be slaughtered on a merry-go-round!

Let's all get r[]ped on a merry-go-round!