DISCLAIMER: I don't own Weiss Kreuz or any of the characters. Heh. I wish. (They don't)

FEEDBACK: Like all writers, sane or otherwise, it is what I live for.







Morphine

If you can't say anything nice

Then simply say nothing at all

But I know that you'd never think twice

To dream murder within the skull's walls

Tumbling words and images flash

Into my head, seeping in through the cracks

Scraping along inside of my brain

I'll smile a bit wider, you won't see the pain

So know when you look at this mocking white smile

It's hiding the scream, smooth façade, swift beguile

And know that whenever you spit words at me

I never stopped hearing, I hold your mind's key

No matter the number of doors that I shut

This world's words trickle in through this never-healed cut

Yet I dance like a flame, laughing devil, sharp smile

I spin through this life like a drug-dizzied child

So sharp that I'm cut, so bright that I've burnt

To feel is to suffer, so what have I learnt?

To make my own morphine, I don't feel at all

To smile sharp, to dance fast, too fast to fall

Show the world the razor blades, dance in all the ashes

The whip will sing and split the air but I won't feel the lashes

I'll sing my lies through smiling lips, for my ears as much as yours

I'll cage the screaming sickness that's seeping out my pores

You tell me I'm so heartless, laughing louder than the sound of screams

But in dead of night, when I'm asleep, they'll echo, shrieking, in my dreams