Yeah, this is one of my poems where I ask myself what I drunk to get this on paper. It's basically about nothing, except if you read behind the lines.

Cry against reality,

The girl in the black, is lingering for fairytales,

But she's trapped in a unique body, in the cruel real world,

She tries to make a different,

Tries to keep up,

But her only reward is feeling cagiest,

Answers stay questions,

Her angels flew away,

Path is getting thick with reality,

The worlds stands up for her claim,

But at night she rises,

Wounds are fixed, eyes are sealed,

Whispering to the moon, letting out her cries,

All the lies, all the pain it drains away,

She feels the wind,

Carving trueness in her soul,

Like tonight she stands on the roof,

Singing her only song,

Praying for a better truth,

Facing her destiny, waiting for her downfall,

Whispering the words over and over,

She stands on the edge of the world,

Stars shine as never before, guiding her way down,

It's like the fairytales finally become true and the worlds bows for her end,

There is the real world hard as stone, cold as ice,

Now she understands while crimson paints the streets,

To become more than real you have to suffer,

And she did,

Her end is near,

But it just the beginning,

Because now the fairytales are close by,

Little voices whisperer in her head,

And for one last time she opens her eye's,

So her tears cry for the moon,

The girl in the black, who lingers to fairytales,

Found finally here answer,

Truth never existed, lies have never become,

All what matters is you're ending and the promise to stay unique,

And keep dreaming for a imaginary world.

Somehow… I find it very good, I don't know if people, other than little me crazy psychopathic girl, understand where it's about. Again, please review and see ya ,hopefully, next time.

I'm the devil,

I'm a angel,

I'm living in a world of pain and fear,

I'm living in a world with peace and love,

I don't know what I am,

I just want to say I'm sorry for the way I am,

But it's just me,

Me,

What's me,

What am I?

A devil or a angel?

I don't know how I feel,

I don't know anything,

I just know,

I have some friends,

And they love me for what I am,

Whatever that is,

Whatever I am.