Face numbing to the realization of what he knows,
Seeing light in colors that could never grow.
Taking an extension past the colors to your eyes,
And starting breaking for a beautiful surprise.
But trust me for a while if you can hold me to your star,
The bright little trinket that makes you what you are.
Ladders leading me to nowhere finding brightly gone,
But taking sides on ladders one's a pro against my con.
Nine thirty ticked away to black and the war rolls to the star,
Words believed from false pretensions is where amusements are.
And a girl so small she could slip through nightmares,
But she's terrifying to my soul and I find she makes me scared.
Shadows lurking, nothing alright believe me from my flower,
Statue's paranoia in between you two and draining off my power.
A denim beauty of him you love and a mocking little frown,
Serving evil to the crime of home that never gets you down.
When you're alone a different similarity why is this my world,
And nightmares are more real to me than the question of the girl.
Unholy priests of evil rights making certain ways come true,
Attach in me a rosy dancer and I'll hold it back to you.

And here do I die. What?! I'll not die now.
Give me back my eyes for these are ill met to my needs.