The Agreement In Which She Bled

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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