Reflections in the Mirror


An All Too Well Known Pain


Bottled Up

Do Not Cry

Do You Know Me

Missing You



Sweet Bird

The Mirror


What Am I

Without You


Forbidden Pleasures


I wish it were that simple,
To rip your still beating heart
from your tender body,
But it is not.
I must have all of you,
Every inch of your
Precious being.
And I would gladly
Tear open the vile
Beast that caused you
such pain.
I would drag a dull knife
Over his chest, and across
His black arrogant heart.
Pausing long enough to
Watch his eyes fill the
Inevitable fear of death.
Then I would dig the knife
into his heart.
Laughing as the thick blood
Poured over his quivering body,
And as the tears of writhing pain
Stream down his pathetic face.
I would draw close to him,
So that he may see
The glimmering crystal eyes,
Of his murderer.
And just before the last drop
fell from his convulsing artery.
I would whisper ever so sweetly,
"This is what having your
heart broken feels like,
I hope you enjoy it
As much as you enjoyed hurting
My beloved goddess"