AN: I plead temporary insanity... saying that, please review. I was thinking of Little Shop of Horrors. "Feed me Seymour..." *Shrug* go figure... Italics are Sarah. Bold is Jareth and normal is, well, the normal people. *Disturbing smile.* *Ahem* please review...

Disclaimer: In my little world Jareth owns himself. He was generous enough to let me scribble away...

Summary: After Jareth's fall - due to that girl Sarah - the Labyrinth's kind of... dying. To live, it needs life. Enter the woman Sarah. She gives it the blood it needs... and her sanity.

Safe Secrete.

A single drop of regret

A single tear down a smooth cheek

The skin of which is still youthful

But like a vast ocean, with never ending networks

Or water, high, low, salt and pure

The tide in the river runs deep

Ice burgs only show their tips

The most innocent or beauty

But below the jagged edges lie

Hidden far from the mortal eye

How could I have seen?

What that might have been?

And now all I fell is the largest

And the most bitterest of regrets

What I did to you.

I can feel it.

In the water, in the sky...

In me.

All that is here is wasted.

I am wasted

They are wasted

Nothing but crumbled rot is left

Is this what you wished for?

Is this what you dreamed?

And seeing your eyes once again

That bitter-sweet love

That's hidden so deep in your eyes.

But my body and mind ache

The agony laces its claws within

Almost reverently bringing forth black puss

I can stay and guard you no more...

Be careful and wary

Of yourself, most of all

Don't you know?

It's the quiet ones that snap

The most frequently of them all.

So here I am, another day. The same as the one before: I get up, I wash, I eat and I go to work. And what is my work? It is nothing much. Merely money making so I can eat. And I eat so I can live. And I live so I can get up, get washed, eat and go to work. Some cycles have meaning. Butterflies and caterpillars. My life does not. Though maybe a caterpillar to butterfly cycle is unremarkable when viewed from the inside...

So what am I doing, on this earth I fought to stay on?

"We found her on the tubes, just sitting there like this"

So as long as I take place in this cycle, I'm allowed to live uninterrupted?

"She doesn't respond."

Why should I respond to you, you old paedophile. But maybe I should keep my little secrete... safe.

Walking home that night, after a boring day of monotony, I finally found my reason, my meaning of life. It was right there in front of me.

A secluded alley, a night so dark. And me with a knife...

"Oh, you're all alone, little girl."

Their attempt at menace was sooo funny. I giggled and couldn't stop.

"So you think this is funny? Do you think this is funny? And this?"

I think they found my knife sliding into them like butter funny. And the blood spilling on the floor, and on me. Deliciously warm on such a cold and frosty winters night. I could laugh and let it show how much I loved my night life, that no one could ever know...

And, it was so long since I'd been able to think. The shock of it was... disturbing, and refreshing. And oddly comforting. My Sarah had done it. She'd feed the Labyrinth, after she'd starved it. She was in no more danger from us. She had only her own kind to fear. Her own kind where only screamish when the blood and bodies where theirs.

Another amusing thought. As the Goblins are orchestrated into sounds of mirth around me, I dwell on it.

Sarah could face death from those Aboveground.

Those who threaten Sarah – and hence us in the Underground – will die.

It adds fuel to the fire.