::: Deer :::

I hate how you hunt me
the way your eyes are stalking
am I a deer?
perhaps not
though you seem to see me as your dear
which I will never be

I know I'm a beautiful girl
so why would I wish to die?
not in your sights
even if your aim is true
I cannot be your target
I am no trophy for you to take and mount

you're looking for a treasure
all I'll give you is blood and guts
I know you don't really care
if I'm delicious
or not
but would you want to eat me?

::: Isle of Song :::

in the misty waters of my mind
there is an island
drifting
somewhen now lost to me
there I float
on the floor of a barren flat
starving
but it's okay because there's tea

and now watching you
oh, how I wish
I wish it was me
if I only could
be the one to sing

but your songs
they're not about me
they just catch me up and fall
to my knees
choking on these dreams
invoked
write one more, for me