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Drip... Drip... Drip... Drip... Sweat brims on his brow What will we do, precious?! Run! We can't we are cornered! Oh no! We could... No!..

Tink... Tink... Tink... Tink... He sips at the cup Ah caffeine Hmmm I wonder... If I take an axe to these people... Will their eyes s..

He strolls down the streets of London Glaring at the neon The wonderful neon A reclusive extrovert locked in his own mind Into adreary cafe H..

I wrote this in tribute to a man at first was my idol, then i met him and he saved my life

Needles poking into my arm Tubes down my throat And a sore back My fingertips numbing My toes curling Hairs stand on my neck Pondering tim..

Did you ever truly listen? Or care at all? Was I just a pawn in your deadly game? Even though you were the Queen in mine? A Queen of torture a..

I may have put the "Audience" to everyone But thos who are easily offended should not read this Enjoy

On days of of a cold morn and a dark nightA light in the mist Was he In times of pain and times of woeA crusader of joyWould battle the demonsOf de..

As a smiling moon hides A new sun rises Peaking over the horizon Lighting the day ahead Fields of green Glistening in this new light Surrounds..

My mind spins Rotating Pirouetting Round and round Eyes blurring Senses deafening Heart pounds My chest gets tight Fingers tingling A du..