::: Mirror :::

a thousand shattered mirrors
surrounding you in my lies
white and pale with shallow tears
sand that trickles through

time's cruel mistress dines
my heart is tonight's menu
her vanity reflected in a piece
the black magic of saucer and tea

lights one by one flickered flame
burning ash falls on my tongue
spit it out and scatter round
reflecting my imagined lines

::: Snow White :::

uneven clots of sin
my dearest body
you hurt like blood
flowing down thighs
crimson on the snow
but no princess here

emotion's victim
I cry out to you
words we don't know
can you climb my tower?
penetrate the stone
is it still winter?

::: Ram's Blood :::

someone see the light behind these lies
when your effort is not worth my time
your skin is moonlight and sun your crown
touch me not for I am merely divine
nothing to stand in your perceived valor

my temple was defiled by the paladin
sacrificed at my own altar for beauty
could knighted prince save fallen god
with her chosen desecration of truth
tongue cut out to fill the peace

stars blind from night's filmy vision
the king stares at her castle, cold stone
and sir knight lacks heart to pray
violent medicine of my deity soul
faded from worship stolen by thought

the jester signs the cross two three
blessing the fallen one from tears
adolations from another kind of love
sanctity given as I crawl from mud
the god of spring never dies eternal

sky blood paints my face in tribal mask
white knight claims black king's bishop?
not tonight for she is still towering
my green divinity cries in empty desire
no slaughtered sheep to stain my hands

::: paper saint :::

author of music and minstrel of words
insufficient love with which to woo
to which paper saint will you pray?
grand adventure stole you from me

though you will not be my gravest sin
confession stays silent before you
I'm too convoluted, it's too thick
choking on the words I'll never say

wait, I'll touch you in a moment
unless your courage bests me first
your fairest dream became my enemy
when eyes opened to faith decayed

eating healthy... or not

the sister creature: hot dogs are always precooked right?
our hero nutmeg: yeah
the sister creature: ok good :P
our hero nutmeg: why?
the sister creature: i didnt feel like cooking them


There's almost always something quoteable when I bother to talk to that kid. *shakes head* In other news, I had the most amazing sleep last night. Like. Insanely good. I haven't felt this rested in ages.