dreams of the infant-like ghostly complexions
harboring dead-as-dead-can-be expressions
skin chilled to bone as heaven starts to sing
these are a few of my favorite things
halos askew when the silence is broken
fallen high priestess spills words gone unspoken
the fear in your eyes when the bells start to ring
these are a few of my favorite things
unearthing hearts beaten in long black cases
quiet red stains lay hidden in odd places
demons that fly with the moon on their wings
these are a few of my favorite things
when the lightning can't revive me
and i'm good as dead
i simply remember my favorite things
and then it won't feel
so bad
it's how i know i'm alive
lies
