There's a party in my head
As I close my eyes to sleep.
Little creatures and monsters,
Oh, back and forth they creep.
On silent tip-toes they walk,
Playing melodies in my mind.
Finding caverns I have closed,
Putting my life on rewind.
My mind is somewhere else,
But in vain I toss and turn.
Little goblins man the lights,
And the ghosts try to learn.
It's all a big, loud, unruly mess,
This untamed party in my head.
I try and shut them down,
But back and forth they tread.
I'm never going to get any sleep
As long as they're awake.
They take my tired thoughts
Down every path they can take.
Oh, what would I give to have
One silent and sle
The Tithe Of The Fae
Now bound in chains and shackles, all hope lost in the air,
you stare into his pale handsome face... framed by silversilken hair.
To the Unseelie queen he is still bound, hands clenched he stands at her side.
His gaze is locked, the key to your life is written in his eyes.
And yet, and yet you foolish girl, you do not understand,
the power that you have claimed over this tortured man.
A power that is of the fae, more precious than pure gold,
a power bestowed upon you by a secret that you hold.
A name , yes a name, unlike none you've ever heard,
spoken from your tongue, your lips, binds him to your word.
Your wi
Pretty little butterfly with broken wings that no longer fly
Sit on your petal and dream a dream
Dream of flying in the warm sun beams
Remember those days floating with the clouds
Think of them one more time, then keep them bound
Keep them bound because you know they fuel your sorrow. 
So now go and dream a dream
A new dream, an hopeful dream
Dream of tomarrow.
Time is the only thing that matters. Time is the only proof we have that we have existed. Time is something you cant really control. Time is something that only fits into a category of its own. One day when this world inevitably ends, weather its a higher godly power or the ticking time bomb of earth, our time will end yours and mine. It will just cease to exist. But time will still go on. If you think about it, time will measure itself after us. Maybe it will count the seconds until something else new comes to light, maybe it will count the millennium that it spends motionless and alone. Time is what watches the creation of all. Time is what