Being

This is about a lot of things; memories of different things. Just stuff.

Where daymares become daylight the compass points backwards;
The neglected shadow wants your attention so pay it
Little girl,
It wants your hand so offer it,
It wants your breath so feed it -
But cover your eyes my darling,
For the truth is far too bitter

It’s pouring through your veins, my sweet,
Its slumber disturbing yours in those sickly hours of insomnia,
Its parasitic vines twisting around your shoulders -
But don’t worry yourself, angel,
For your dreams are nought but a confused reality

Yet it seems to me that you’re breaking through these skins;
The electric is flowing
The cogs are turning and
The wires are uncrossing -
The image tide still dusts the moon, but the icing of daybreak will fade the pictures to silhouette

Tie your ribbons, my princess, innocence masks that sour taste,
Until the sun is risen and the shadows creep back to that hollow grave;
Now the tracks are set and the momentum is building -
Just take my hand, little girl, and walk towards the
end

Okay, I'll just try to stay objective although I basically love you more than a lot of other things.

So anyways, in some places the short/long line switch didn't work out, but you kinda make up for that with a great choice of words. The repetition doesn't get dull either. Good work.