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Dinner For TwoAh, it was great, a bloodshed for two.
Best restaurant and a perfectly timed redevous.
It was quater to one and they were all out to eat.
But from the menu, we requested their meat.
The waiter looked at us with a confused daze.
As we stared back with our bloodthirsty gaze.
We dove right in, no, literally.
Straight to his chest as we ripped the arteries.
Out came his heart in just a few beats.
At this would be great with some children's feet.
We walked to the screaming family of four.
Grabbing their daughter from running out the door.
The poor thing, she was only five.
And now she'd be eaten alive.
Snap, snap, there her ankles go!
Laughing hystarically as the blood would spew and flow.
Into our unhinged jaws and down our throat.
Her feet sailed down like a boat.
As the people tried and tried to fled.
Before coming to the door, they were dead.
We jumped on their backs, snapping their necks.
Should I tear this one apart? Ah, what the heck!
Chunk by chunk, her flesh came off.
As my partner
We're All DyingJust because you have it worse,
Does not mean I can't feel afraid.
Just because you have a curse,
Doesn't mean we're all in our own game.
You have your burden, I have mine,
Don't tell me not to fear.
Honestly, my courage is on the line.
My bravery is nowhere near.
I'm falling down onto the floor,
My knees have been gouged out.
So tell me, what are you waiting for?
You can't make time to help me now?
I can't pick myself up here.
There's nothing to hold onto.
So let me grab your hand, dear.
And let me be saved by you.
What Is There To Repair?I do not quite believe,
It is just because I'm a teen.
Not because of hormones, no,
But something deep within my soul.
I'll suddenly drop my smile,
And sit just for a while.
And think of why it's now a frown,
But I never really know quite how.
What's wrong this time?
What happened to me here?
Nothing at all, no bit of crime,
Yet I want to shed a tear.
No tears fall again tonight,
I just sit and shake.
I finally whisper a short "Alright."
And lay down for my own sake.
I can't fix myself anymore,
I don't know what there is to repair.
All I know, it chills me to the core,
And as I freeze, I can only sit and stare.
Stare at how I break away,
As I slowly let go of myself.
You can't save me after today,
And neither can anyone else.
Maybe if I tried years ago,
To put the pieces in place.
My blood wouldn't fall like snow,
as tears run down my face.
Mr. Man In The CloudsMan up there in the clouds, why won't you save me now?
I told you how, and I'm telling you now, but it's too late, your time has drowned.
I told you to save me, to tame me, to try. Not hate me, not blame me, not shame me, but why?
Was it really time to lie, why aren't you on my side?
It's too late and you've let me down, I really can't get up now.
I'm on the floor, you're at the door. To the devil I've sworn and here's the forms.
I told you to be here, to live here, to die. To calm me, to lift me, to gift me, to try.
And now you fade away and all that's left is haze. My eyes sting every day but I still can't drop my gaze.
So tell me now, man up in the clouds, why didn't you save me, and why won't you now?
Tell me, what are you hiding, or are you still deciding?
I don't have much longer and I can't get much stronger.
So grab my hand and pull me away.
Show me the sun can still shine.
Don't let me slip now, or I'll finally say;
"Man in the clouds; Goodbye."
What's Wrong With My Art?Tell me, tell me.
What I'm doing wrong.
Or can you just not see.
What I do all along?
Do you not like my poetry?
Are my words not wise enough?
Although I write for hours to please.
Your stubborn minds, it's so tough.
Do you not enjoy at least a few.
Pictures I took of the bees?
I'm sure you'd like some of the morning dew.
Or some of the sunset and the sea.
Do you not like my sketches now?
Do you want something more detailed?
I'm trying so hard, I don't know how.
But after all my work, I've failed.
There are no favorites anymore.
The watchers are slimming down.
I have no comments knocking at my door.
Even trolls couldn't make me frown.
I submit to a fairly large group.
But it's always the same.
My art's ignored like cold soup.
And I guess only I'm to blame?
And honestly, this poem has no meaning.
Because no one will take the time.
To do a little bit of reading.
And actually hear my mind.
HorrorAll these nightmares,
All these horrors,
Supposedly tearing appart my drawers.
All these terrors,
All these tales,
Supposedly to make my face turn pale.
You tell me such terrifying things,
A tale to make me shake.
But truly, you must know, darling.
There's worse I could take.
A man in the corner of my room?
A ghost staring me down as I sleep?
Mother, these weren't tales of doom.
Not something for me to pray my soul to keep.
But, mother, this would mean company.
Someone to share my bed.
Someone to fill my room.
Someone from the dead.
Mother, these weren't scary.
Did you not see my smile?
That demon sounded more like a fairy.
Can he please stay a while?
Mom, he's not a monster to me.
At least he's actually there.
Even if you think he's mean and scary.
At least he still pets my hair.
I can't see him, but he sees me.
He lets me know he's there.
And I do feel fear, honestly.
But it's hard to really care.
It's lonely every single night.
But then the Mockery comes along.
Singing to me about m
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