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Sit with me Down into the darkness My constant companion Do you see pain? The emotion that sucks at my life Drinking its goodness Etched in my face Sunk deep in my brain It blackens my heart See this metal My foe? My friend? This burning bliss Gashes wide Hungry mouths red The anger spills out It leaves nothing Might as well finish Its purpose is clear Just one swift motion My throat smiles Laughing blood Giving life back Draining me It seeps into the ground Sit with me Don't mourn Say goodbye

Splitter Splatter Footsteps patter Hard concrete Busy, Bustle City hustle Red light, quick run! Taxi yelling Spewing smoke Coughing toxic Fumey air No good, said tree But there is no tree Just hard cement, asphalt, steel No green, just paint By the pint. No time to stop Just to run No time to run STRESS STRESS Tired eyes Bloodshot red Youths' party Barely adults Overgrown children Drinking barrels Vodka straight Candy tasting Wild sides, They like the happy pills Happy smoke Happy injections Forgetting who they are. Wake up Who's bed? No idea Off to work So tired No one knows Not living Robot mechanica

The Shadow Lands "The Shadow Lands... They'll come and get you while you sleep They like to nibble at your feet, They like the taste of human meat. The Shadow Lands... They'll get you while you're feeling safe, They'll sink their fangs into your face, You'd better run away at your fastest pace. The Shadow Lands... Run away while you still can, Or they'll truss you like a leg of ham Nightmare and Death rule hand in hand. The Shadow Lands... It's your blood that they all relish, They'll crunch your bones like they're made of lettuce, It's quite a disgusting kind of fetish. The Shadow Lands... Watch them while they kill your fr

Lost Away from Her. The blossoming twilight wraps its purple shaded darkness around the street before me, but I do not see it. I am reliving the memories of a past life, a jovial life, when she was still here. I hardly ever move from this spot on the front of this shambling old house; you could even call it a shack if you like. I wouldn’t care. All I ever cared for left this world long ago, leaving me behind with only bittersweet memories. I would have given anything to have followed her. It gives me pain to think I will never again feel the satin texture of her chocolate skin; hear that laugh that seemed to call birds from the air. Wh

Windswept Tears Her savage face obscured by her sadness, As the wind carries away her tears. But like everything else, She is forgotten. The stars so lonely reflect her soul, Coldly twinkling, They stare hungrily at the earth, Although they are immortal, They have no hate, Love or fear, Just loneliness, Where God forgot them. The wind sweeps away pieces of memory, Memory of betrayed love and sweet revenge, Soon it will be forgotten. Her lip trembles and her eyelid flutters, More tears leek out, But these are happy, It is forgotten.

The Life of Francis Bottleswoth: Hiding behind a dustbin at night She sees him walk away, With his arm around a pretty girl; She feels she just has to say: "Why me, why me, Why am I so ugly So that he never looks to me. Why me, why me, Does he never see My knife; As I take his new girlfriends life." She creeps along, watching him closely, As he kisses his girlfriend goodbye. He walks along the empty streets, And she follows him, so to see the light shine in his eyes, When she taps his shoulder, Bowls him over, Knocks him unconscious, checks she's alone. Then she drags him over To the dark alcove in the corner, And calls a