IceGlazedEyes

We're Arabelle and Anabelle, Destruction and Decay. Listen now and listen well, If you really wish to stay. We deal in suffered silence, As we do in self-suppression, We can only end in violence, death, or agonized depression. We're Agony and Misery, We'll warn you-but not well. We're as honest as a ministery Occurring somewhere in Hell. Arm yourself-your mind and soul, With fury and with grace. Or Anabelle and Arabelle Will come armed with lies and lace.

I miss first grade: When Sam was my friend. When Allison was "Allison Wonderland". When Becky was blonde. When Abby was innocent. When Cheerleading was cool. When Mom was Mommy. When I still had a daddy... But now... Sam hates my guts. Becky's hair is black and she wears make-up. Abby's jaded and teenaged. Cheerleaders are the enemy. And I only have Mom left.

As much as I love you, How would I tell you? What would you tell me? Would it compell you? Or would it destroy you? As much as I love you, what do I say? "My name is ------, And I Am Broken?"

If you believe in reincarnation, maybe you'll come back to me as a rose on the same bush as me. If you believe in Heaven and Hell, Maybe we'll float together. Or maybe we'll rot side by side. If you believe what I believe, we'll both wake up, and death will have been a crazy dream. We'll be on another world, another reality, where we don't know any better than to love innocently. But you can't believe in nothing. It would be too scary without you, And rotting in the ground isn't what I'm willing to accept. After all, it's a cruel existance, But is it truly that cruel to separate love?

Take A Dip, Take A Trip, Into the Cement Sea. Where ideas come to die, your mind is never free. Struggle for every word, breathing through a straw your cries are never heard. You know you're doomed to fall. Run, leap, into concrete abyss. Gone, done, you're over. Just pray that you're missed. Take A Dip, Take A Trip, Into the Cement Sea. Your mind is one of many. And you'll never be set free

Belladonna's Poem; Blood is dark red, And nightshade is blue, Pains, pills and poisons that tear her in two, Roses have thorns that make little girls bleed, And she cries all alone; a small child in need. But nobody hears her, if they do they just yell, A fraying mind trapped in its own private hell. At night it gets dark, a rich velvety black, When monsters and nightmares go on the attack. But nobody comes to end little Bell's fears, An anger now bottled for seventeen years. Now Bell's little hands are bruised green and blue, And she laughs full of malice while swiping at you. The poor little thing is now twisted, insane, Want

Bat your lashes dear, there's nothing for you to fear here. Come lay your head down, its time to dream now. And when she'd stir, she'll know that I'll be with her. I held her, I carried her. I held her precious hand. I carried her. When the moon sighs, when the clouds cry, when the flowers bow to die, when the stars wave goodbye… I carry her.

Yeah, I've got two stones. I've got a diamond and a sword. I've got bloody socks and soggy eyelids. I've got a man who hides in my closet. A bird who mocks my falls. Dented armor and a frozen horse. I have embodied the tales I told myself. I have crossed a river of undoings. I know nothing but what I know. I've seen nothing but what I've seen. The lonely comet of thought, ever the passerby of my dreams. I still hold onto tiny hands, I still hold what has died. I still cry for what never could be, I still cry for what was. I've go two stones. two stones that only exist because I do. They breath in the breath I couldn't breath. I only wish they