Your Wish Is My Command

A beautiful soul struggling behind closed doors

Tied up in circumstance hidden beneath the floorboards

People stepping on her, walking on her heart

Leaving a bloody trail of memories, tearing her apart

From her reality and her imagination, left to question what is real

Looks down to see her clothes stained with blood

Her hands will never be clean of the unexpected

A dark shadow looms overhead as if to mock her happiness

A phantom of the night, seeking hold of every tear and every inch of sadness

And spreading it like an epidemic throughout her body

Aches and pains causing her to fall to her knees in unbearable agony

The weight of the world is too big of a burden to carry on her shoulders

To drag along with the chains that cling to her clothes like beggars

Begging her to let them drag her down into the dark

Where razors and pills and endless nights have made their mark

An angel of death, she beats her wings to an eerie tune

Stirring up the ashes of the dead, bursting out of her cocoon

She flies away to a place where nothing can touch her, but the warmth of the sun

Where the light of day has lifted her spirits and the weight of the world has risen