silent and distressed

forsaken to the cold

moonlit her shadow

like ink upon the snow



barefoot she shivers

with nowhere else to go

matches, matches here for sale



and on this drifting course through time

beneath the limitless supply (?)

a heart beats slowly and afraid

phantom faces at her side

in their anguish cannot hide

the beauty and the frailty of life



in desperation she strikes a match

her fingers burn with fire and ash

a skip of heart in a perfect world

her eyes light up: the matchstick girl



[] voices sing

like angels from a secret dream

and then as quickly as it came

it fades into the cold, back into the cold



[] and empty stars

who whisper light without remorse

and every shadow growing grey

to stand below the moon



a vision catches just a smile

and lingers on her lips so warm

before fading into the darkness

a stranger past unknown



and on this drifting course through time

beneath the limitless suply

everyone who ever was will die (before their time)

after all the moment's thrill

[]

the mercy one was granted he should find



in desperation she strikes a match

fingers are blazed with fire and ash

a skip of heart in perfect world

her eyes light up: the matchstick girl



[] voices sing

angels embrace her in their wings

and then as quickly as it came

it fades into the cold



she strikes another and here again

a nova burns, a hero's flame

against the heart in a perfect world

her eyes light up: the matchstick girl



where {there} are believers {there} are beliefs (?)

a storybook however brief

and then as quickly as it came

it fades into the cold, back into the cold



a silent prayer this god protect

---

[] find neglect

---

what you remember no man forgets

---

[]

---



in desperation she strikes []

fingers alive with fire and ash

[] a fading world

her eyes light up: the matchstick girl



heaven breaks, no voices sing

like angels in her secret dreams

and nothing here will ever touch

nor harm this little girl (the matchstick girl)



and in the alley looking back

fingers cold now stained and black

the [] departs a fading world

her eyelids close, the matchstick girl



[] space

a knowing smile upon her face

stained into the morning light

frozen in the snow, matchstick girl is gone

(the matchstick girl is gone)