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When no breeze rustles The lush summer leaves And the suffocating heat hangs Among the trees, I want to take you for a gentle stroll, Along the river, to a place I know, Where a dirty old sheet Hangs...
Far far away Down in the woods Live a family A family of hoods They like to Kill They get sucha trill Blood that runs deep Lips stained red Skin stays white Fairest, My ass Dark and...
I scratch at his arms, digging long gnarled nails deep into his soft flesh piercing open blood veins for the water to sting.
Hang on a minute, Im confused, There's another one, it's "Case 2" There was this girl, Who disobeyed all the rules, She took many risks She wasnt a quiter And wasnt a fool, She was out at a...
Im confused, I dont understand, You said that you loved me, You asked for my hand. You got my fathers blessing, It was all aranged. But for some reason you've gone a bit strange.
Meet drown the clown. Don't mind the bloody frown. Or makeup smears. His the face you'll see in all your fears. With cold dead eyes. Not laughs but scared cries. Something hidden in big floppy feet.
Chapt 3, part 1 --------- through Martha's eyes----------------- I herd the yelps and cries of pain through the door. Then suddenly there was silence. Nothing. I burst into the room.
Poem I wrote myself. (: Roses are red Violets are blue. Death is coming Coming for you He's holding a knife He has a gun He'll take your life So you better run.
'Twas a gloomy night, with the moon full bright, That the stranger, came to the inn door. His horse was a'frenzied, snorting and whining, and pounding on the cobbled floor.
I came to bring your cup of tea But I discovered that you'd fled. I'm sure I locked you in that room... Or was that me instead. Ha.
May 2012 The jury stood staring with disgust. 10 long years ago. I stood there in a gingham dress with pigtails humming 'pop goes the weasel'.
And here's a picture of Lotty and I. Yes, the picture of health, Face aglow. I'd say we were about twenty here. Well, there abouts, Time has blotted my memory. Oh, and that's her and Lucas.
The blood was everywhere or so it seemed for Sara. Her dress was ruined and so was the carpet, the stray thought about cleaning bills sneaking into her mind uninvited.
This is my death. It's obvious From the moment His thumbs press Gently into the hollows Of my throat. First there's panic; I can't shift his iron grip. I want to breathe But can't. I punch and kick.
Warning. Slightly creepy. But hey, I was listening to some pretty creepy songs - Enjoy I suppose. There. Here. It's everywhere. Can't you hear. It's calling. Calling us both. I shouldn't listen.
May 3 2012 I bet you thought I'd forgotten to write. Not at all, been in seclusion. Something I do now and again to amuse myself. Believe it or not it gets pretty boring in this place ...
I would like to start by stating that this story is the end to a struggle with psychological problems from what I had written prior.
Here I am in the cold and dark, under the moonlight and in a grave yard. It's the 21st of January the only day I'll remember, the living hell of my memories go on right here for ever.
The sickly sweet scent soon rippled across the room, as the thick red stained with sharp daggers to the floor. The sensational taste, the twisting desire to devoir.
Director had a camera A movie he did shoot He took it to Hollywood To try and bag some loot He took it to an office Where sat a talent scout Who watched director's movie And afterward did shout What...
My dearest, my darling, Wakes on the floor. She gives me a look of disgust, And then starts to walk to the door. Insults are thrown, Hatred is shown.
It was one in the morning, I unlock the door trying to rush in without making any noise, without waking her up and having her notice that I had been drinking all night.
I love you, You know, Or at least I did, Because now I'm empty, And nothing is there... Because out whipped his gun, And, Bang Bang, My body hit the ground...
There's an old man who many do mock. He’s long in the tooth and short in the cock. Like birds to a worm the gossips flock. They point and they shout, his fingers unlock.