She felt the fire course along her spine
Dancing with the curves she truly detested
With the burning sensation twisting and turning her
She heard her lungs press up against her heart
Ejecting the liquid that gave her life
Squeezing her music box
That drummed a euphony
Every night
Just for the fun of seeing her helpless and frightened
Scared of the dreams that possess her soul
The dreams that made her believe in flight
And happiness
Two things that will never exist
She believed there stood a sky
So high and mighty
She believed the fairytales she read to herself
She was a silly little girl who looked up to see inspiration
Who looked up to see the stars that never existed
She loved seeing illusions performing above her
Every night
As if being apart of the circus wasn't enough
As if being a freak was all she was
As if she could kiss the wounds
That tore her heart
Like a useless sheet of paper with memories waiting to be forgotten
As if stars didn't remind her
Stars are the movements of her dead beloveds
Sending secret messages as birds
Chirping and chirping
As if loosing him wasn't enough
he was still there
Wrapping his fingers around her wrists holding her back from the abnormality that awaits behind her closet
Acting like her saviour
But he was wrong,
He was nothing but an omen
Waiting for her dreams to be his next victim.