Dark Siren's blog: "My Poetry *Please do not steal, that would hurt.**"

You ask me how we got from there to here, And you tell me you can't remember, And so I'll answer it for you, Though perhaps not the way you want me to. We got from here to there on the back of a unicorn racing through our dreams, We got from here to there when night's silence thundered between us, We got from here to there believing a song to be stronger than the worlds pulling us apart. And we were right. We stood in good relation to the earth, We stood in good relation to the gods, We stood in good relation to all that was beautiful, You see, we were Alive We got from there to here when we believed reality to be stronger than love, We got from there to here when we forgot to look up and believe that gravity held no hold on our souls, We got from there to here when we left our storybooks for some other distracting play, And now I do not know my world, And I cannot find my God, And beauty dies, Shut out in the cold. And I believe we can get from here to there if we just believe, And I believe we can get from here to there if you'll take my hand, And I believe we can get from here to there - if only in our dreams, And when you're dancing across the sky, Somewhere between the stars and the moon, Look for me by your side, I'll meet you with hands outstretched, We'll go - from here to there, there to here, and back again.

Wenn ich jemand erklärte, ich ihn, liebten Sie denken ihn würden glauben mir? Oder er denkt, daß es ein Witz war? Als Freunde? Mehr? ER hat mein Herz, aber, er wünscht es nicht. Ich werfe es weg. Mit dem Rest der Vergeudung.

Trapped inside my own head With nothing but my own fevered dreams to comfort me. I know the pain of the madwoman; She lives inside of me. I've felt the strength of demons And the weakness of self- preservation. And hope. Hope. Hey, parents, do you know where your kids are tonight? Are they locked away inside of themselves? Are their minds slipping away? Mama hen, mama hen . . . The fox has taken your baby again. Precious minds are a shame to waste Memories are forgotten in haste. I am losing all that is me . . . Yet gaining something entirely different. Something that acts like an animal And speaks like God. Comforts me like a best friend And loves me like its child. I am its child. An innocent brat, ready for its teachings. Ready to do what is told to me. Believing all that is said to me. Taking in all. And living off of my fevered dreams.

I stared past my preacher as he lectured me, tears poured down my face I knew what this was I needed no lecturing I only came to him for help all I needed was moral support I looked into his face I knew what he was saying, (the same as everyone else) though I heard no words I only cried harder I understand everything I don't need people to tell me what's wrong he seemed to be my last resort he was the only person I had left to turn to and he had failed now what?