• humanity at loss w/ me
    She comes deeply wounded
    Like me
    She saves humanity
    Will she save me?
    The one with the wound deep in me
    Deep and red that is in the middle of my forehead.

    my ay-ah, but is she me?
    Night calls thy to me
    She is my ay-a
    She is `me’
    My ay-a
    Does she still know me?
    My ay-a
    Is she still me?
    ay-ah means me
    but does it just mean me
    me only
    is she the real me?

    my heart is strangled by loveMy heart is strangled
    By the three that I love
    Then comes two more
    How could I be a fool to have so much love for all of them?
    The consort,
    The liar, the one like me,
    The soul mate, the fallen one that
    Calls me his ay-a.
    One heart could only be mangled so badly
    Only Mine. Mine hurts all the time.

    my edward discript
    His hair is a field of wheat
    His skin is cold and smooth as ice,
    His voice is velvet,
    His face is perfect to the beauty of a god,
    His heart is silent though it belongs to me,
    He hears everybody, but me.
    He is something that I have never expected anyone else to be
    Neither his family
    They are beyond the ordinary
    They thirst for only one thing
    Our blood
    But they only drink animal blood
    Their eyes are golden
    They’re strong
    And inhumanly fast
    They’re immortals