She was pushed to a corner,
increasingly angered,
so choked she could not speak.
Her feelings surrounded her,
and then she surrendered,
and went on a killing streak.
Watch out she comes, the black one,
the witch, cursing and
slashing her sword, it reeks
of hurt and anger,
of sadness turned madness,
on a terrible killing streak.
She cannot be stopped,
She will not be spurned,
All in her path turn weak.
As she wails and rages,
screams and engages,
in a blood immersed,
unholy and cursed,
unspeakable killing streak.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Moonwise
Moon on a roll
went once around
she came to a girl
a boy had found
She told that young girl
see the world like me
before you decide
who the boy is to be
I once fell in love
with the sea, you see
But it wasn't the sea I loved,
it was the way I saw me
reflected off his shine, his beauty
It was still me I loved, so I had to leave
But he still tries to reach me at night
tries to drown me out in high tide
He causes waves, gets rough, storms just so
my reflection in him, I can see no more
So girl be careful, be very wary
for you and I are alike, its only ourselves we see,
But you hurt those you touch, and cause to believe
that your love is true, selfless and free
went once around
she came to a girl
a boy had found
She told that young girl
see the world like me
before you decide
who the boy is to be
I once fell in love
with the sea, you see
But it wasn't the sea I loved,
it was the way I saw me
reflected off his shine, his beauty
It was still me I loved, so I had to leave
But he still tries to reach me at night
tries to drown me out in high tide
He causes waves, gets rough, storms just so
my reflection in him, I can see no more
So girl be careful, be very wary
for you and I are alike, its only ourselves we see,
But you hurt those you touch, and cause to believe
that your love is true, selfless and free
porcelain
The porcelain doll,
rosy, red,
skips, falls,
breaks, she bled
Her head struck open,
Her skull, a shell,
the porcelain doll,
was stupid as hell
rosy, red,
skips, falls,
breaks, she bled
Her head struck open,
Her skull, a shell,
the porcelain doll,
was stupid as hell
joy
there was a boy, not a toy
so lost, she found
he was her joy
the boy then did become her toy,
her will her wish her wants
her joy
the boy then found a will to find
himself his soul his mind
his joy
the girl she lost her will to find
she lost her boy, her toy
her joy
the end
so lost, she found
he was her joy
the boy then did become her toy,
her will her wish her wants
her joy
the boy then found a will to find
himself his soul his mind
his joy
the girl she lost her will to find
she lost her boy, her toy
her joy
the end
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