There's dead leaves on the dirty ground
That's how I know you're not around
To be with me
I stroke your hair, kiss your lips,
Kiss the ground, but you're not around
And you're nowhere to be found

I'm innocent and you're guilty of the charges that are coming in
Guilty as sin
My heart is hit, even when, you are far away
I look to the sky, and ask the clouds to rain

I'm so sorry my wings can't be clipped
But I'm ready for the moon that can't stay eclipsed
I'm so sorry my wings can't be clipped
But I'm ready for the moon that can't stay eclipsed

Blood on my bed
Is now blood on my hands
When I was so far away
The guilt in your voice,
The mistaken word,
When I was nowhere to be found

You're innocent and I'm guilty of the charges that are coming in
Guilty as sin
Your heart is hit, even when, I am far away
You look to the sky, and ask the clouds to rain

I'm so sorry my wings can't be clipped
But I'm ready for the moon that can't stay eclipsed
I'm so sorry my wings can't be clipped
But I'm ready for the moon that can't stay eclipsed

I'm ready for the moon
I'm ready for the moon
I'm ready for the moon that can't stay eclipsed

Why can't we get it together?
Get it together
Why can't we get it together?

I'm so sorry my wings can't be clipped
But I'm ready for the moon that can't stay eclipsed
I'm so sorry my wings can't be clipped
But I'm ready for the moon that can't stay eclipsed

I'm ready for the moon
I'm ready for the moon
I'm ready for the moon that can't stay eclipsed

Her name is Eve
Abbreviation for Evening.
Declares to be 22.
Chronic liar.
Tattoo of crucified Buddha on her left palm.
Religious fanatic.
Her chest is breathtaking.
Asthma bronchial.
Talks to herself.
Schizophrenia.
Sometimes her alter ego doesn..t answer.
Very last stage.
Likes to be alone.
Antrophophobia.
Can make a lightbulb shine with bare hands.
Witch.
Wakes up at 3 p.m.
Photophobia.
Likes to use men..s perfume.
Further surveillance recommended.
All the boys around like her smell.
Homosexual community.
Grown up in pop-culture of the 90-ties.
Lost case.
Willing to forgive friend..s mistakes.
Complete lack od self-respect.
Likes kung-fu movies.
Bad taste.
Likes short skirts.
Exhibitionist.
Is used to pretend everything..s alright.
Social Security No 723-56-0974
She spends hours in the bathroom.
Narcissism.
Right now she runs a bath but she doesn..t want to get clean.
Hydrophobia.
She is going to cut her wrist.
Herownphobia. Fear of unilateral feelings.
She turns off the light.
Hemaphobia. Fear of blood.
She looks at the razor and asks herself: "Did you ever thought about loosing myself?"
There are times when Eve still feels the apple in her stomach.
She has one problem. If one is the word.

It..s her friend. Someone who wraps his body around you when you..re
falling out of window. So you won..t get hurt. So you won..t become a
colourful pudding. That..s her definition of friendship. His definition
is to be there. Whatever there means.
She believes there means the sidewalk. Besides that he doesn..t define things at all.

She believes in endless love, peaceful home and a hell of children. He
believes in his father he never met. He used to say to her how hell is
just a state of mind. When she sits in his kitchen she can prove he..s
wrong. You could tell what his dinner was month ago just by smelling
the curtain. Hell looks like his kitchen. He opens the cupboard and
takes out the most blunt knife. He used to tell her how suffering is a
rocky road and he's her wheelchair. "You knew it had to end like this"
he screams and cuts her in half. The first cut is the deepest. At least
that..s what they say. The others are just for fun. There are times when
holding your breath doesn..t mean you..re smoking weed.
Red liquid
gushes out covering the whole table. He takes the spoon and scrapes it
off. Then he licks it with the tip of a tongue and lets it linger on
his lips.
"Tastes good to me. Want some more?"
There are times when bottle of ketchup looks like murder.

She walks through the hell and she feels warm. She stops in the middle
of the kitchen and looks in his ocean-blue eyes. All she sees is a
concentration. All she hopes is he won..t see the desire in her eyes.
The whole thing is still so fresh and fragile. Sometimes she thinks
that saying the wrong words can make him disappear. She looks at the
red stained floor and says: "I think I..ve had enough." She takes the
knife and puts it in the sink. She is careful. She doesn..t want to cut
herself. She washes her hands and kisses him on his chin. "Where is
everybody? Giving me a lesson how to drink alone?" In fact she doesn..t
want to have a party. She just likes him being an entertainer. Besides
that it..s his birthday. She takes two little pink pills from her
handbag and takes a sip of vodka. The pink pills are helping her
concentrate on living. Vodka is just for sure.
There are times when orange juice is just a pointless safety net.

She doesn..t want to destroy herself. She just wants to fall deep enough
for him to save her. That..s what she..s waiting for. Incurable romantic.
She takes another sip and starts to count how much she had today. By
the number five are her eyes already closed.

All she feels is a terrible pain. She is used waking up like this.
There were times when she was still using an alarm clock.
Somebody is staying on her hand.
There are times when screaming doesn..t mean you..re having a great orgasm.

The high heel is piercing her palm, making her tattoo stretch, stabbing
Buddha in his hip. She tries to get up. Taking her hand with her. If
possible. She puts left foot in front of the right one, trying to
coordinate her muscles.
There are times when making steps doesn..t mean walking.

Looking at all the people dancing she remembers she..s at his house.
With his friends. They are nice but being alert can..t make harm. Except
of when it can make harm.
No. She..s not paranoid. They are really after her.
No. She..s not claustrophobic. His house is just not big enough.

She walks into the kitchen and looks at him smoking a cigarette. His
lips are moving but all she hears is a deep hiss. With her head ticking
like a timing explosive she might be accused for being a suicide
bomber.
He walks up to her whispering in her ear: "Let..s get
out." He takes a sleeping bag and hand in hand they walk into the
night. She doesn..t expect him to take care of her. She just wants him
to feel the same wicked thrill when he kisses her on jugular. The more
time she spends with him, the more she talks to herself. When you know
what anyone doesn..t, intrapersonal communication gains new dimensions.
They stop in the park. The moon is almost full. Its shine makes the
huge building in front of them look even bigger. "I used to go here
everyday" he says.
There are times when listening doesn..t mean understanding.

"My former high school. Four years of saying yes." He tells her to
stand still and looks all around. No. He..s not paranoid either. There..s
always someone watching. He takes the sleeping bag and starts to climb
up the ladder. "C..mon. We are heading up to heaven. That roof over thy
gym. Do you see it?" Sometimes asking doesn..t mean waiting for an
answer. She stands there enjoying the moment. The wind blows through
her face leaving her hair shaggy. She comes closer to the ladder and he
helps her up. "Have you ever been here before?" she asks.
There are times when even being in love doesn..t entitle you to ask questions.

He doesn..t know her acrophobia can make her jump down. He doesn..t know
what their nights mean for her. He doesn..t know how she always wanted
to dishonor her own high school. Desecrate. Rape. Keeping her in his
arms he tells her how he found a way to grow old really fast. He tells
her how he wants to waste her time. He tells her how he wants to stay
in her head so deadly long. He tells her how burying him six feet under
won..t be enough for her. He tells her he doesn..t want to hurt her. When
she asks what he meant he is already asleep.

Having
breakfast back in hell flames of his kitchen she tells him how her job
at the gas station is just temporary. In fact she..s going to change the
world. She tells him T minus 83 weeks and counting. She takes a
pineapple yogurt and reads the back of the package.
There are times when even eating God..s body can make you fat.
She washes away the taste with melted ice.
There are times when even drinking God..s blood can make you drunk.
Somehow she thinks of The Last Supper.

Looking at blood in Tv with her new friends she feels blessed. It' s
not that she likes action movies. She is just preparing for the future.

Someone walks into the room saying "Happy birthday" and handing
him a small package of something white. He says thanks and puts it in
his wallet. She brought him a brandy she bought in Greece a week ago.
She wrapped it in a sack that they use for puking in planes. He loved
it. There..s some photo in his wallet. Some smiling blond girl. Someone
asks him who she is.
It might be his sister.
No. He doesn..t have a sister.
There are times when being silent doesn..t mean you have nothing to say.
It might be his mother when she was young.
No. She saw her. It..s definitely not his mother.
There are times when kneeling doesn..t mean praying.
It might be his cousin. She has the same blonde hair as him.
There are times when drowning doesn..t mean you..re in water.
It might be just a friend.
There are times when silence can destroy your eardrums.
"It..s my girlfriend."
There are times when dying on the cross is the better alternative.
There are times when not feeling your body doesn..t make you an angel.
There are times when killing can..t be a sin.
He looks at her, knits his brows and says: "You knew it."
T minus zero. Counting stopped.
There are times when opening your mouth doesn..t mean you want to say something.
There are times when your face is wet and it..s not raining.
There are times when you look everywhere but the one with bloody hands is you.
There are times when friend means someone who is always there. If there means looking at you from the window.
There are times when you can..t wash out the blood off your hands no matter how hard you try.

I've had enough of strangers
That have tried to bring me down
I've had enough angels, honey
That try to lead me round

But I've had my troubles
But I found my way out
I've had my moments
When I felt my doubt

And I've shed my tears
With the innocent eyes
And I've felt the heartache
From various lies

Through all of the violence
My thoughts have prevailed
I've walked down through the valley
Along the old dusty trail

There's no need for this treason
I have no need for your reason
Through all of the seasons
So many tears have I shed 

Dieing inside
Not feeling the pain
Not knowing when im gone
Listen to me here lieing in my bed
Looking out the window
Thinking that I'm dead
Do you hear me breathing
Do you feel a pulse
Listen to the wind
Listen to the lost
Lieing here in desperation
I look into your eyes
Looking for some sign of life
Some sign that im alive
I see that you don't even care
Knowing that im diein here
All you do is stare
Wondering whats wrong with me
What i did wrong in life
Leaving me so painfully
Lieing here in my throes of mortal stryfe
Yet you let me lie here
Slowly withering away

you let me cry right here
Let me slip away
I dont know where ive gone
I dont know where youve been
All i know is that im here again
And slowly you let go
You let me die right here
And slowly i slip down away
I can not change our fate
This is how i die
Left alone with all at stake
And this is how the world will be
The end for me is near
And this why i let it go
Death the distant fear

every second I lie awake,
I hurt from my simple mistakes.
The rain that falls is pure and cold,
falling tears seem to make feel old,
these bitter tears resemble the icy rain,
beautifully perfect, but filled with pain.
Hot steam from the soul released into the air,
My empty heart in my chest is stripped bare.
Standing by the window I see the gray skies fall,
Feeling nothing inside,
Nothing at all.

enough
but never quite
Enough.
lost
inside this poisoned
Haze.
free-fall into
outstretched
Arms.
kill the sun -
deny nothing.
angelic, wistful
Degradation.
wanton quest found
Enigmatic.
relenting unto dreamlike
Perfection.
Nuanced;
Cherished;
Eyes.