Such a great comfort to be among others of your kind, and such lonliness when there are none

I'm going to sleepover at my moms house today. She has blank cds which is really good, because then i can burn cds...FINALLY.Plus its always so quiet over there so i can have time to think and visit my old room. I hope its the way i had it when i was there. The writings on the wall explain how i was back then and they always bring back memories.Whether they be good or bad they are mine.Memories are all i have of what i was. Memories are all i want to keep.Which is probably why i write, because when i die i want everyone to know how i was, and what i became over the years. Remember me from my writings, thats all i want when i die.

My dreams are tormenting me lately. They are extremely horrible. Most of them could be labeled nightmares. I dont know what any of them mean but they honestly scare me...my dreams never scared me before but they do now. Whats going on in my twisted mind beyond the realm of reality? Why do my dreams have to torture me so? I'm scared to fall asleep...what if i fall to deep into my dreams and can never get out? I feel as though i'm going crazy. Golden Glimmered Naked Girl...why do you keep appearing?

I want it to snow, the light fluffy kind of snow that falls down gently. I want to wear a long flowing black lace dress and run barefoot and spin 'round in round in circles. Letting the snow melt onto my burning hot body.I want to touch the sky with my tongue. I want to look in a mirror and see myself as a child. I want to love him with the pure innocence of a child.

I want to be forever young...

Dance On Glass

Roll of the thunder

Kiss and the scream

Hold out my arms and scars start to show

Howling for the glory of the innocent

But don't despair for the shame I know

The taste of ash on my tongue

Faith and prayers, wanton dust

Chanting strangers, blood on their cheeks

Haunt my dreams all covered in blood

CHORUS [x2]

Dance

Dance on glass

Saints and martyrs

Tarnish, taint and punish me softly

Cut that bleeds and burning skin

Screaming in the darkness torn and ragged

For the love of god, my dreams look dim

So...

CHORUS

A whisper and a promise lit on fire

Kiss the hand where the angels dread

Love is the corpse that draws on dreams

Rips them apart and tears them to shreds

So...

CHORUS

Tarnish, taint, and punish me softly

Hold out the heat and burning skin

Screaming in the darkness torn and ragged

For the love of god, my dreams look dim

A whisper and a promise lit on fire

Kiss the hands where the angels dread

Love is the corpse that draws on dreams

Rips them apart and tears them to shreds

So...

CHORUS

Dance,

Dance on glass

4:54 p.m. - 2002-12-20