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I hesitated, then looked to see the one who had taken my hand,
twas but a puppet,
forgotten by me for a time,
it tried to imitate you,
but was not very good at all.
It learned we were not meant to be together and I cast it aside,
the thorns now peircing my heart,
for I had truely hoped it was you....
soothing blood revitalizes,
another river springs forth from my heart,
filling a portion of the blood sea yet again,
the sea which I believe I must cross to see you..
tears flow,
the reflection in the cracked mirrors that I see of myself I am unsure of...
I continue down the endless hall,
black rose petals line my path,
music boxes and clocks are the only sounds,
yet potent. all I can hear is your voice,
it fills my head along with images of you,
I fall to my knees,
the tears turn to blood as they should be...I feel like I will burst with all of these things in my head...I can bearly stand it....
will....will you find me?

thorn covered vines entwined around me peircing every inch of my body blood soaks out as I am held in front of the stained glass window...
I dance in the empty ballroom,
the sound of my shoes on the floor inaudible to me,
I dance as though you were there,
the music boxes still fill the air with their long forgotten melodies.....will you find me?
I dance eternally in my cathedral, hoping one day I will see you again....will you find me?