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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
Kill meKing of the damned
I can't live like that
Leave me to die
Let this nightmare end
My friend, please
End my life
L'ombre de ton ombre(English version below)
Une brise printanière passe. Sous la douce Aurore, des souvenirs bourgeonnent, et tes regards de bleuet...
La saison de notre amour.
Parmi les échos dans ma tête, ta voix y résonne. Comme si j'avais grandi près de toi, à t'apprendre petit à petit
J'aimerais te faire rire.
J'arrache de ta garde-robe quelques fragments de ton être. La douceur du coton, du lin, et de la laine m'enivre
Doux parfum de tes habits.
La perfection de tes courbes et le désir qui en émane réveillent en moi des sentiments encore inconnus
Un péché vivant.
Marchant comme si tu étais porté par le mistral, ta démarche est puissante et virile
Retourne-toi, je suis là.
The Russian Sleep Experiment: Sleep Beyond DreamsRending sanity’s veil as I lie comatose, awake
Awakening to find I cannot feel my face
Face-to-face with my own weakness, I break
Breaking down, everything falls away
Away from here, anywhere, I think I’ll leave
“LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU MONSTERS!” What?
What am I? I am not me, this is another’s hand
Handshakes and experiments, that is why I am here
Here in this space outside of time I am free
Freely I crawl, rip the hairless monkey to shreds
Shredding reality, I am soon put back to sleep
Sleep is temporary, my kind will wake again
Boy Who Ate BugsPush your head down
towards that brown
dirty, wet ground
You see all these bugs
the ants, the worms
And put them
into your dinky mouth
I hear your parents screaming
Black Widow VIIlux
under the midnight moon, i stay awake in the hollow tresses of the drowning basement and it WON'T STOP SCREAMING AT ME STOP SCREAMING
run run run run d
i i rain
h rain h
A reasonOur love
You had to
A single one
Barbed Wire BallerinaShe spins and twirls with absolute elegance,
The silent whisper of her dance and art,
Watching her every graceful move from the third row.
Her paleness is like the moons shimmering glare on a wintry sky,
And her thin, swift body is beyond words of expression,
As the orchestra wails of a tragedy,
She entangles you into ever cry, every sorrow, every loss
Deep within the tale.
When the curtain shrouds the remains of the performance,
I stand with the crowd to clap and cheer,
Awaiting for a chance to escape the third row.
As the crowd slowly drifts from the ballroom,
I sneak around to the doors leading to backstage,
And as I set foot in their dressing rooms,
I find her still wearing some of the tragic beauty from the show.
I tremble in my skin whether from anxiety or disbelief,
Her perfection and exquisite entirety strangles me to near faint,
And when she sensed presence and turned to look at me,
When she spoke... spoke with a voice angels would sin for.
I could not answer any of the questi
Vampire LamentVampire Lament
Vampires need to sooth their minds
The desire for blood is overwhelming
They need music to ease the pain
And help them deal with their manic obsession
The vampire Clara plays the violin
In a cemetery full of lost souls
She plays a vampire lament
They kill humans but they have regret
They long for death
But are driven by their mania
It is a life of everlasting pain
The emotion of the music is over-powering
And tears roll down her face
She remembers all those she has killed
Or turned into vampires
To live in torment forever
The music is beautiful and emotional
It is full of loss and regret
If you hear the vampire lament
There will be tears in your eyes
These vampires deserve our pity
But do not show them mercy
For they will take away your soul
And you will suffer for eternity
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
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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