Bury Me Alive

Because you bury me alive,
And everybody's got to breathe,
So this is new to my virgin eyes,
And now I'm begging you to leave,
To let me dig myself out,
Before I breathe for the one last time,
Tell me, what's this game all about?

Akin To Me

We are children of the night,

We are children of the thought,

We are children of the Sight,

We are children who've fought

We are children of blood,

We are children of Hell

We are children of flood,

We are children who tell

We are children of Life

We are children of Death,

We are children of strife,

We are children with no such breath.

The Grudge

ghost adrift across the water,

moonlight shine, bright white,

catches the knife in wholesale slaughter

fear ensnares its hold, my chest tight.

blood crimson gleams dull,

a grudge never quite left nor lost

when revenge's cup is bloodily full

all traces will be forgotten in snowy frost

Firebird's Gift

There was once a firebird’s gift,

Never to end, from soul to soul,

This curse would shift,

And each bearer would feel its toll.

For the bearer would play with fire,

Journey to hell and back,

Toy with evil and its desire,

And no enemy would attack.

Because this gift, the bearer of this curse,

She would decide which side to choose,

For Good, and light, or for evil and worse,

And the other side would truly lose.

Don't You Fake It

I hate this lonely place

and all of its rules it stands for

And its single only saving grace

Is that I won't be here never more

With smoke rising skyward black

I'll run away with feet like fire

And never look looking back

On my hell's lonely desire

When the tears can't fall,
When the lips can't cry,
When he's taken his toll,
And fled to the sky.

Will you run away far,
From the one's that care?
To find that fallen star,
Venturing into that lair.

Tell me, one who will know,
Is he really worth all that pain?
After all, you reap what you sew,
So a hateful stain for stain.

A Redhead's Lament

Goodbye, my fair red blood head,

From colour deposited from dye that bled,

I say farewell, but not for long,

For summer shall come with anewed song.

Goodbye, my quirk, my charm, my spice,

My twinkle that shone from an ocean eye,

My will and spark that helped to entice,

And the smart mouth that never stood by.

Goodbye, my red hues, the thing that held so much,

To you it was hair, to me it was a beauty with colour and tone,

This is a proof to show, that as I thought, as such,

That freedom is a luxury, I am not allowed own.

Note to readers-

I dyed my hair red, a beautiful cherry red with a different coloured fringe, and to be honest. I looked good with it. I suited it. It was eye catching and glossy and beautiful. I had always wanted to dye my hair red. Unfortunately my school kicked up a fuss about it and threatened to expell me if it wasn't out by this weekend. Which is totally unfair because it says nothing in the school rules about hair colour. And about 5 other girls have hair as red as mine and it was dyed too. So I decided to write this poem to remember my hair. Sweet dreams, my hair, my glossy ocean swept mane.