Lie.

That was his name, his soul, his utter presence in my twisted cage of a mind.

Lie lied.

He lied too little, too much, whirling and weaving his way into my rotten corpse of a heart.

So I believed those lies, and maybe they weren't lies at first, about how our hearts were tied together by the red flowery string of fate that we both gave our lives to.

I thought he loved me.

Maybe he did.

But he was broken, and I was broken, but the difference between us is that I was willing to heal.

I was willing to heal him, to squeeze my way into his stone heart, then for him to at least listen to my troubles like I listened to his.

I guess I was wrong.

He said, "I have a problem", so I gave him a sword to face his demons that, in the end, he didn't want to chase away.

Instead, he pointed the sword at me, said "you've fucked up your job of being a good girlfriend", and stabbed it right into my heart, cleaved my mind and soul into a billion shattered pieces.

I laughed it off, patched up the wound immediately then cleaned all of his, saying, "It's alright, whatever's best for you."

I remember those exact words.

And I remember the moments after, the painful feeling as my heart was ripped to shreds with his nonchalant "ok", the same two letters that followed every single one of my messages.

I remember how I laughed at my sister's jokes and nodded to my mother as I climbed the stairs to my room, my heart heavy yet my smile light.

They never knew about the lie I loved, the lie I lived, the lies that the lie himself told.

So the lie grew and grew until, to this day, nobody knows if we're talking, if we're fighting, if we ever were we and we weren't him and I.

Nobody knows, nobody knows...

Nobody ever knew.

As the dark night falls

I look inside a strange soul

Just to see, lurking

There, barely hidden

A monster I recognized

None other than me

I reached inside it

Digging amidst the shrill screams

To dig from deep in

To rip it all out

And just as night falls again--

I wake up, covered

In sweat and in blood

My heart outside in a glass

A rotten heart of

Black monsters and all

The things that we have feared, now

Sinking into me

As I scream, unheard

By a loud, ignorant world

The demons inside

Claw their way outside

The remains of a young boy

Emerging in a

Scattered, painful cry

The land was barren, the sky was black...

And she knew that the King's Men were back

On their horses, complete with grins

They have come to conquer and win

But her people were strong, and she was their strength

To fight they would go to any lengths

So as the King's Men grew close to her land

She gathered every woman and man

And took up swords, every single one

Able to fight, able to fight the ones who would come

The Butcher took up a wieldy blade

The Healer's sons came to her aid

The Mason hefted a hammer of war

The Messenger called that revenge will be borne

Upon the shoulders of a single girl

Who through the enemy will spin and twirl

With the Dragon lending her wings

She marched on and on

The people's anthem she sings

The bloody vengeance song

"The Men of the King can wait," she cried

Hearing them knock at the gate outside

"But we will bring God's fury down

Upon the scum, they'll burn and drown!"

She raised her sword, of the best steel

Light as a feather, slick as an eel

Swept it through the brightening sky

And then, a furious roar she cried--

"Halt, whoever goes forth!

For the Lord here does not welcome you onto his land.

I am the daughter of my Lord, and thus

You will perish by my hand."

A wave of fire scorched the land

Avoiding the fort so heavily manned

Then the plague of a thousand seas

Leaving shadows of men on a broken frieze

And thus, the war for them was waged

But the tale has died through this age

So I dare you, yes you, to spread the word

About the girl who dared to hold a sword.

The clock struck midnight

And down went the axe

The pumpkin, glass slipper

All that was left

The clock struck midnight

And it all disappeared

Ball gown, carriage

Nothing is left here

The stars are old

And the day grows cold

And the cards all fold

And the twisted darkness grows

All that is left

Is a piece of glass

Worthless and obsessed

She runs far away...

--

The clock struck midnight

And the lone werewolf cries

Left and so lonely

He wonders if it's time that he should die

Glass shards cut into

Every piece of youth

He underestimated the

Things that love can do

Forever destined

Denied his family

The only hope

Has run away barefoot

If he wishes

To catch his Alice

Then Romeo's gotta

Run far,

            far,

                 far,

                     far away...

A long time ago, in a galaxy far away...

Roderich's hands skittered over the piano in desperate strokes, coaxing a desolate melody from the translucent keys. It didn't matter that everything was fading - he had all the notes memorised, forever ingrained into his fingertips.

The melody blurred as Roderich felt himself heat up, blood rushing and heart pounding as he slammed his hands down in a terrifying finale, a trickle of some liquid running down his cheek.

He didn't pay it any attention.

The wrong notes had gotten the best of him.

There lived a man, who was kept alive by a memory.

The substance started to slide off his porcelain cheek, splattering onto the piano. Roderich didn't heed the sign, continuing to pound, refusing to look anywhere but at the instrument.

The man loved music, above all -  the memory of when everything was solid and beautiful.

Roderich's breathing slowed as the melody softened. Everything blurred, wet and sticky, like the remains of a carcass. Which, in a way, it was. The notes screamed out.

Once, the man lost his music.

Hands came, tugging him away from his beloved music-making machine. Roderich choked out a scream and looked behind him, clawing at the pale hands attached to his own.

They were relentless, and Roderich could only watch helplessly as his piano faded into nonexistence right before his eyes.

The hands let go, and Roderich flew over, kneeling, looking desperately at where the piano used to be. A strangled sob escaped from his fragile throat and crystal tears pattered the ground, fallen from violet eyes.

The hand was on his shoulder, an arm around him, protective and nurturing.

Restraining.

"Rods." The nickname . Roderich used to hate it, but at that time he clung onto it like a lifeline.

"Hey. Stop crying. You knew this was going to happen." A hand in his hair, ruffling it, messing it up. Roderich didn't bother to push it away. Instead, he stayed quiet.

"You have to come out of the Box! I know you love that damn music of yours, but..." The hands rested on his cheek.

"Come out. Your piano's gone now, but I can get you a new one. Stenwhy, right? What you wanted?"

Roderich stifled a chuckle. "A Steinway," he breathed, his voice cracking, a ghostly whisper. "A Steinway," Roderich repeated, feeling a new life seeping into him, bringing blood to his cheeks, vigor into his eyes.

He raised his head. Ruby eyes met him.

"Whatever." Arrogance. He missed it, missed it like he missed the sun. It was his sun.

"Steinway. Fine." Roderich saw black boots in front of him. He rose, looking the other in the face.

"You'll get me a Steinway," Roderich whispered. Those eyes captured him, drew him in.

"Damn right."

Roderich felt himself being pulled into a kiss.

He smiled joyfully.

The man lost his music, but he found something better.

That thing made him truly happy.

And it would be his, his forever.

A cacophony of shadows, and all I feel is fear.

Deadness in my heart as the time draws near.

Glancing at him out of the corner of my eye--

I wonder what he'll feel when I finally die?

- -

A cacophony of shadows, and all I feel is fear.

Looking at his face as his time draws near.

Tears in my eyes and sadness in my soul

I cry out a final wish- -

"Please, don't go!"

A cacophony of shadows

And all I feel is fear

Listening to the howling wind

As my fate draws near

Deathly silent, deathly cold

Waiting in the wind

Thinking of the places that

I could’ve been

Footsteps, voices

Who the hell are you?

Let me be where I am

Suffering from the truth

Warm arms, soothing voice

And all I feel is grief

I am such a sinner-

How could this ending be?

A cacophony of shadows

Weaving into tunes

A harmony of whispers

Beneath the silver moon