The Agreement In Which She Bled

Written between her and her demons

She would always disappear, just vanish The world was too loud, out of control, You could wander the halls of her mind But she’d hidden in the forest of her soul.

You could ask, but she’d never say aloud Where she could be found, where she’d hide, For that’s the agreement in which she bled Sacred to her demons, in which she’d confide.

You’ll find that there is very little difference Between her taste in music and her soul, Too wild, too deep and too much for most Who think they can handle her with control.

Instead she prefers to rendezvous at night With the moon, their secrets whispered, The stars guard this friendship in starlight Protecting the knowledge they’re half sisters.

You’ll think you’re hearing things, going mad When you hear their loud breathless laughter, Convinced it’s the roaring of her winter storm Spun to decorate her halo and devil’s horn after.

She will then suddenly go quiet, an eerily silence Ominous, terrifying in its heavenly starkness, When in reality she’s still with the moon, quietly As they pick the stardust out of their darkness.

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