The Butterflies and the porcelain doll

Come and play with me

around the corpse of myself

Here´s a box of you

It´s made of dead butterflys

Please take care of it

I had to kill many

So forget it was mine

Rain smells like broken hearts

And mine taste like lemons

And your love hurts like hell

It´s painted stripes black and yellow

Remember that porcelain doll

Your daughter threw on the floor?

It was me

And it always will be

And the broken pieces of me

Shattered on the ebony

Remind me of those broken butterflies

And their beating wings´ melody

The glass in my galssy eyes

Is nearly broken

I hope one day when it falls

It cuts through your skin and bones

And the scars forever remain open

Come and play with me

around the corpse of yourself

Here`s a box of you

It´s made of dead butterflys

They´ll pierce your heart like needles

So regret it was mine

The Innocent, the Cold, and the Loneliness

Listen to the battering of the butterflies wings´

And to sweet lullaby of loneliness

The little absent girl sitting in the swings

Singing back to the loneliness that makes her cry

She does not know that the butterfly´s a moth

There´s such innocence in her pitch black hat

Such dirt in her finest doll of cloth

She cares so much about her creepy ragged doll

Ignores that she´s oblivious to what she´ll soon know

So she´s happy sitting who knows for how long

In the distant arms of loneliness, in the glimmering cold snow

IHG

Caress of darkness

It is dark

Dark like me

And it heals my sorrows

Tears me free

Darkness

That makes me blind

And makes me see

That makes me numb

But makes me feel

Erase who I am

Keep the world dark

Make me understand

I´ve cried my last cry

I´ve sung my last song

I´ve sought every lie

Mourned what was wrong

Thus being what I´ve become

Though I should no longer long

There is one more ting I crave:

To feel the trace of a whisper

Echo in my grave.

Song of a cry

I feel flames of fire on my cheeks

I lick the tears upon my lips

Erase the thorns upon my head

My chest free from the spike of lead

Thus my heart torn from that chest

Theres as much beauty in the grothesque

As stars that flaw the sky

So I let darkness crown my cry

And I cry

“How much water

lies in a rose of fire?”

You whisper

“As much as there is

in man´s nature desire”

But if that´s what it takes

To burn down such passion

Then morbidity should not be tamed

By such a smple distraction

So then

Why is the world what it´s become?

And why is there any mercy to come?

And why´s the dark a piece of card?

But my lip just bleeds as I bite down hard

So I let it be in my black deep lawn

And share it only with you until the dawn

IHG