It has been snowing inside your heart
And you don't know where to start
You laugh and you dance
Leaving your life to chance
You stumble upon false hopes
While the child inside you gropes

For something to hold on to.

Every day you build a wall
And make your world very small
You turn the diamond back to stone
And pretend to like being left alone
As Time cuts through the ties
That you weakened with your lies

There is really nothing you can do.

I catch a glimpse of you
In my words.

I cannot help but notice
The beautiful insanity
That creeps into our conservations.

The fiery canvass created for us
Cannot be put out by the tears of pain.

We smile
Even as the scarlet dreams
Want to push us to the brink.

It was meant to be.

The red moonlight dissolves into her dark tresses
As he runs his fingers through the unruly waves.
Her scarlet lips break into a smile.
"Antoinette!"

Locked inside a prison
She shrieks.
Bewildered.
Betrayed.

'I'm Antoinette! Your wife!'

"No. You are Bertha."
Insane. Dangerous. Uncontrollable. 

The air is thick with the intoxicating fragrance
Of blood red blossoms.

The ice-cold wind
Sends shivers down her spine.

He whispers sweet nothings into her ears
While her passionate laughter echoes through his heart.

The savage fire burns the Antoinette's prison down
While her passionate laughter echoes through the walls of Bertha's supposed home. 

I laugh the loudest
At the cliches and the anecdotes.
At the silly jokes and silly lyrics.

I laugh the loudest
When they tell me to.
Because they tell me to.

I laugh the loudest
While they try to veil the horror around us.

I laugh the loudest
When I see the seeds of hope
Crushed.

I laugh the loudest
Because other important people will decide if I have the right to cry.

I laugh the loudest
Even as I die inside.

Because that's what I'm supposed to do.

Maybe one day
My laughter will finally drown the voices that are too terrifying to hear.

Maybe not.

She had startled grey eyes.

Kohl lined.

Full of soft laughter.

He had a wry smile

And mocking eyes.

Ink stained fingers.

I wonder why they never ran into each other.

The memories flow down her cheeks and disappear into the mist around her.
The make-believe moments of clarity
Are hard to bear.
They laugh at her
All made up inside her.

No. She isn't alone.
Her head swarms with other people.

I live hidden inside the clouds of restlessness

My tears form pools of intoxication.

I pick every word like a flower

And use it to adorn 

Stories created inside my twisted little head.