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my dreamI dream of a time
When things were
I dream of a place
Where people do what they should
I dream of
When you cared
I dream of a place
Where people don't do things
cos they're scared
I dream of a time
When seeing you filled me with
I dream of a place
Where I can be happy
I dream of a
When I wasn't used
I dream of a place
Where i am not
I dream to run
I dream to be free
But i need to face up to
New Text DocumentCute/hilarious Christmas Poem
I made myself a snowball,
as perfect as can be
I thought I'd keep it as a pet,
and let it sleep with me
I made it some pajamas,
and a pillow for its head
then last night it ran away,
but first it wet the bed!!!
A LOVE LETTER in your eyesA Love Letter
I see hell's deadly fire consuming your eyes, running black as night.
Your voice stirs the whispered hunger within me, my desire.
Words cannot describe the things that I yearn for you to bestow onto me.
I want you to pin me to your bed of blood red velvet and split my pale shell of a body wide open.
I want you to make me beg to acquire the permission to speak your name.
I want you to take everything I am and swallow it whole, never give it back, to leave me empty inside.
I want you to throw me agianst the wall and not allow me to ever disobey words spoken from those pale reaper like lips.
If I try to run, hunt me down and punish me with you pleasure consuming tourchures.
Wrape your arms around me and force me to lie still.
Command me to see everything your way, remove my very will, and keep me forever.
Make me your slave.............
I beg of you, don't hold back any longer, I cannot bear this knawing, unfullfilled need.
Controll me, rule me, yield me,do with me as you wi
BEN DrownedThere is a ghost named BEN Drowned.
In Majora's Mask is where he's found.
He haunts this game to make you scream.
It is as disturbing as it seems.
The backwards Song of Healing will chill your core.
You think that it's over, but wait, there's more.
His black orbs with red pupils bright,
You'll find is quite a horrific sight.
He'll drive you insane. You'll beg it to end.
Your Cleverbot messages will be the last thing you send.
Wait in the corner to die for there's not a thing you can do.
You've met with a terrible fate haven't you.
Creations Of The SoberA smirk crawls upon your face,
As the pretty bright blood leaks down your arm,
Part of you is whispering,
"what have I done..?"
But you can barely hear it over the demented laughter,
That is emerging from your throat.
Your whole body is shaking,
With fear or with excitement, still remains unknown,
You look down at the bodies around you,
Drowning within their own blood.
You clench your fist,
Digging your nails into your rough skin,
Until your royal blood starts to flow.
You begin to laugh louder,
Dragging your feet through the mixture of their blood,
You walk past them,
Leaving a murderous trail behind.
You simply pick up your weapon,
Licking off the remaining blood,
And tighten your grip around it,
Ready to attack,
Your best friend stands in the distance,
Eyes wide and mouth open,
He's too frightened to say a thing.
You flash a smile his way,
When you realize he's crying.
"T-Those w-were yo-ur f-friends.."
He trails off,
Silent tears rolling down his cheeks,
Home AloneSay something, I'm giving up on you.
I'm starting to believe every word was true.
I can hear the sound of the dial tone beeping
And I wonder if it's the sound of your lies sleeping.
The phone line is calling my nickname,
Asking me to scream in tune with its game.
I thought home was where I heard your heartbeat.
But this house is empty, desolate, bittersweet.
Don't say another word you don't mean,
For the poor paint caught envy, it's turning green.
Even the plaster is curdling with shame
At the sight of your face in a picture frame.
This house, it was ours, thick with false flowers.
I've been tearing up perfumed petals for hours.
This place is perfect for a funeral bride,
And I can attest that 'us' has died.
Just point to where I sign,
And I write it on the line of Divine.
Hush up before I stay here with you.
I need to find some oxygen, my soul is blue.
I'm not interested in dial tone morse.
You're past due on your bill of remorse.
Say nothing, I'm getting over you.
It's time I call up
Nothing MissingIf I said I missed you,
I'd be admitting that I breathed
On a time where seconds slipped free
When we were two halves wreathed.
But something can't be missed
If it never did exist.
That knife I will not twist
With my own remembering wrist.
There's nothing missing from my puzzle.
Those silent holes grow content
With the splatterart guzzle
I smear across the rent.
It's nice to live in a blindfold,
Carefully glued to be whole,
Listening to the tale I've told
Of well mannered dirt in a hole.
I leave no mossy stone turned,
For I need no compass to pave
The weary headstone of brave burned
On the chapped lips of your depraved grave.
A Different MidnightI don't know.
Where did you found the beautiful moon and this, oh, so velvet sky?
Where is the sacred silence and the soothing wolf lullabies?
Where did you found the tranquility and magic?
Well... i know where to get some ...but I'm broke at the moment.
Fairy tales, all lies... insanity rules my eyes.
Floating through the smog
Past the reeking alleys, through the streets of this garbage oasis
Beware of the chameleons, they're always around, in the shadows
Creeping, haunting, stuck
Underneath your clothes
Unethical witches rise from the subways to scan and blind your eyes
Brainwash is an art, no one will hear your cries
„Excuse me miss, our sect is the best...” and her eyes melt in to abyss...
Rabies breathes on its own
So don't mind the dog sized rats or the shape shifting black cats...
Mind your business, there's more to embrace
As this hour comes, grown children unfold their wicked lives
We all own kitchen knives, revenge tastes like steel
Imagine all the people.......
Masque of the Black DreadMasque of the Black Dread
From Mask of the Red Death by Edgar Allen Poe
Far up yonder in the remotest reach
Of the vast sands of the Sahara
Where few if any men have ever walked
And nobody dared to dwell
There stood a castle of dark stone
Maybe obsidian or black quartz
And within the walls
The inhabitants, under the eye of the lord, Prince Faisal,
Partied throughout the night.
They raved and ranted for many nights
But neither came a soul to stop them,
Nor did anyone think to stop.
Then, one late night in October,
Maybe near All Hallows Eve,
He wore long gowns as black as the walls of the castle
And long flowing locks of dark brown hair
But most outstanding was his mask
A dark mask of somber features
Like no face seen anywhere in the world
Stranger still was that whoever looked upon this mask
Went finally, utterly mad
Faisal saw his guests descend
Into madness's depth
And demanded to know the identity of that mask
The guest spoke just one word
Jeff the KillerThere is a boy by the name of Jeff
Who likes to bring to others death.
His face is white like a snowy eve,
But no purity does his soul conceive.
His eyelids are missing for he burned them to black,
Black as his heart and his need to attack.
He'll forever smile with his carved in grin.
The only lifestyle he knows is sin.
His mind is frayed from insanity,
A concept that causes others to flee.
But he finds it beautiful and helps share his art
Of ripping his innocent victims apart.
He'll climb in your window in the dead of night.
There's no point in even trying to fight.
Hush now. No tears. Don't you dare make a peep.
It's time for you to go to sleep.
As the Candle BurnsAs the Candle Burns
From Lovecraft's "Whisperer in the Darkness"
He sat at his desk in the parlor
Pouring over a volume of lore
The author of which was not mentioned
As the candle he had lit burnt low
For a moment, he looked from the corner of an eye
At the shadows thrown on the wall
Then he saw something move among them
Creeping slowly towards his desk
His ears pricked nervously
A whisper issued in the darkness
It foretold of a future
Worse than what anyone could expect
"The Old Ones will be your future. I have come to start."
a vampireA Vampire
It was beauty
It was all of Nature's glory in one form
But then, suddenly,
I realized that it was all wrong
This was darkness, not light
And this form murdered innocents
This thing melded with the night.
Towards death this form hints
Could I trust something so wrong?
I tried to do my best
I had not loved for so very long
You know all of the rest
This form is not as they say
It is vulnerable and it is weak
For its undeath it will always pay
For redemption it's cursed to seek
That is why it protects me.
That is why it cares
It took long for me to see
Past the cloak he always wears
But the passion I found there
Is something you would not believe
To see its real self is rare
Because to humans it will always be
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