::: Gallows Queen:::

there's something about dying
when you do it too often
it's that feeling of falling
nothing so dear
as a broken neck
nothing quite like the rope
she could be happy
and she could be the queen of the gallows
at least, for that day
with lovely ankles to swing

no throne is higher than the scaffold
come and swear your claim
wrists to bind and borrow
love with no fear of broken hearts
we only break necks here
no daisy chain, this knot
but she wears it all the same
this will be her love
her crown
there's nothing to be said for tears

this is hers
this wood, this rope, this blood
hands gone numb
would you cover her head?
she knows you like her blind
when you break her
no one will break her fall
as she stands on her scaffold, her gallows
she always takes that step
willingly

::: Not :::

would you stop, mid-death, and pray for rain?
call to those gods which are forlorn?
how dare you bring my name into this
someday I shall die with the sun in the west
and then who will be your battlecry?
I am not the forests or the sea
or the rocks of the earth
indeed, I am the blood of your veins
poured forth for all to taste
fed to the earth, which you forsake
I am the grave
where Yggdrasil digs its roots
and from whom all life makes its claim

::: Die For You :::

could I give you the blood
from this heart that you broke
would we be even?
I said I'd die for you
and maybe I already did
as I wiped the dirt of my grave
off your pale cheek
ignoring your stained hands
I'd give everything left from my heart
are you happy now?
do you even understand?
I said I'd die for you
I didn't ask you to kill me
but you know I'd let it happen
just the way you wanted
I can't resist the way you hurt me
how you make me want to cry
for a frail hope of love
glimpsed between the lines
so I lie to myself
and I love you
I said I'd die for you
but I didn't promise life
leave my body lie
stop pressing on the heart
you know isn't there

::: Tempest :::

I am a tempest
with blood on my arms
my hands enthroned on my face
I am unforgiven
heart beating around
trapped in this frenzy

I am the apocalypse
with storms about my eyelids
and my ankles in a rage
I am an epidemic
of broken hearts and daydreams
waiting for a cure

I know nothing
past the joy of dying
every single breath
forgiving the daily treasons
of mind against body
in this maddened state