My Kind of Opera

Your words too true,
wispers soft in my ear,
causing more pain than known;
the bandits fleeting course.

Relived of a nightmare..
indeed, one is now gone.
but oh how mistaken he'd be,
thinking the nightmare was our past.

Phantom may I be,
scared and masked darkly,
hiding the pain and the fear,
secretly singing seduction.

An opera written to be understood,
you've failed to see the plot.
Listen, love, it's Juliets turn,
to kill herself once again.

Past's bandit is revealed,
to be nothing of the sort.
but pains reeked havik,
and blinded my poor heart.

To deny things are over,
would not be quite true.
Yet this matters not settled,
a calmer response from me is due.

See behind you, turn around,
is your future life, a love thats true.
but in front of you's no monster,
just a girl who missed her cue.

Anger got the better of me,
I guilted you so wrongly.
though you tore my heart in two,
and denied some things way back.
The truth came out, only afterwords,
which killed me in the end.
but you're not the one to die for me,
you're not leo or Romeo.

Apology this may well be,
for being Houdini for so long.
Though the daggers that peirced,
came from your sheath,
I'm supposed to recover,
not supposed to be feirce.

As a phantom I'm not too lonely now,
though my operas always in flames.
Farenheight kills us & makes us evernew,
an opera in peices, a moon oh so blue.

My masked savior,
no different than me,
has fixed a brokenness
left shattered by you.
No more harsh words,
of hate for that though,
the math does make sense,
the answer is two.

The days we stayed up,
our kind of bliss.
a reverie I loved dearly,
now also sorely missed.

it killed me you gave up,
when I didn't disappear.
you moved on so quickly,
leaving worthlessness as me.
forgiving wasn't easy,
though not a thing to regret.
forgetting was decieving,
considering I've not got alzheimers.

Your offer of friendship,
too much to bear.
It's not you thats the reason,
just the things we cant share.

Your shadow sorely lingered,
Houdini got a grasp.
When cancer tried to kill her,
you hid behind some mask.

I wronged you then,
and I'm sorry for that.
your sheild fled the scene,
not protecting or helping you..
the things you hid though,
scared me to know.
You were so right,
I wouldve let you go.

Behind this shadowed mask,
things have never changed.
It's just a girl who's scared again
Not wanting to be hurt.

I thinkk you must have turned,
and seen some brighter light.
cause the things I'm seein now,
are only the ceilings above.

You've become so distant,
you'll look back only to see,
Houdinis deathly sickness,
never did occur.

please consider this a final opera,
in a phantoms quest for more.
no life would be worth something,
if the phantom didn't die in vain.

Death to a Scientist.... maybe he'll get the message

death of a science,
the logic gone askew.
you used to act so civil,
we'd talk the whole night through.
we both miscalculated,
science and nature don't pair.
a question of running in circles,
but now i'm sitting in squares.

you'd tell me stories,
i'd ask you questions,
you'd sit and cry,
and id stare at ceilings.

i thought that the answers,
were hiding from me.
but now i see the answers,
didn't lie with you.

science became progress,
progress was love, was defeat.
and all of the emotion,
clouded out my heart.

days turned into weeks,
weeks turned into months.
four months of sweet insanity,
insanity finally betrayed.

now science is finally ended,
it's all dead and gone.
a scientist oh so lonely,
he had to lie to be loved.

so i'll tell you now it's over,
i'll tell you that i'm gone.
all that i said was true then,
it's just not anymore.
no one ever told you,
i'd always be right there.
and guess what now i'm not,
i've dissapeared, im done.

we flipped all of our coins,
and head and tails both won.
don't bother ever counting,
don't apologize.

nobody said it was easy,
and now we are apart.
that dance has long been over,
i dont miss our troubled start.

just forget that you ever loved me,
don't come back to haunt.
our future is ancient history,
and of course you missed your part.

why didn't you trust me,
why didn't you tell me?
were you the blind one,
or can you not see?
theres some kind of difference,
between your story and the truth,
the scientist lost his logic,
his disease is his defeat.
his life, his love, his pleasure,
all beneath his feet,
all along the way,
he's lost even his name.
to me his mask is gone now,
the phantom lost his game.

he'll write to me more entries,
beg me now to care.
maybe he'll tell me he needs me,
maybe he'll tell me he's there.
but now it's way past time,
for him to go back to the start.
death to a scientist only--
his ending is to part.