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 The perfect day What would it be? I'd be alone There'd just be me I would sit around In a meadow On the ground Reading a book Or singing a song If someone came by Maybe they'd sing along I'd ride a horse All by myself Just cherish the peace I'd do a good deed Help a person or two Make someone smile Share my happiness I'd go to a playground Sit on a swing Watch the sun go down And my perfect day end

Once upon a mystery Once upon a crime Once upon a lullaby Once upon a rhyme Once upon a thunderstorm Once upon a lie Because every nightmare tends to start With once upon a time.

Dear mommy, please don't hurt yourself. I need you to hold my hand. From crossing the little old gravel road To helping me find wonderland. Dear mommy, please don't hate yourself. I love the way you used to be. Happy and joyful, so filled with love Or at least that's how you seemed to me. Dear mommy, maybe I don't understand. But please don't let yourself go. I need you now more than ever, And more than you'll ever know. Dear mommy, please don't leave me. I love you.. Don't you understand? Mommy, please don't kill yourself. I still need you to hold my hand.

I am a victim of a shadow named fourteen And a little girl, my old best friend who turned into a demon. Fourteen human figures without a face… they attack my soul And everybody’s staring at me without an honest reason. I am a victim of the people of the world Who only want to hurt me, and my innocent family Terrified of the ones around me, even those I love When a nightmare becomes my reality. I can’t take a shower without peeking outside the curtain And I can’t close my eyes when I wash my hair Because I’m horrified, afraid that when I open them I’ll see somebody with a bloody face angrily standing ther

The sun melted into the glamorous sky The moon stood there, hidden by sweet lullabies. But mommy was crying, her day had been hard The tears in her eyes twinkled just like the stars. Her face wasn't happy like it should have been And though she was saddened, she forcefully grinned. I wanted to see Mommy smile through it all... I painted a picture on her bedroom walls. I told her to look, just to come in and see But Mommy was angry... she wasn't happy. She threw me down hard on the cold wooden floor Then picked me up, slamming my head on the door. She yelled and she screamed, then she hit me once more She slapped me till I couldn't see a

I used to live in a kingdom of green, red and white. A kingdom most amazing, in both day and night. The kingdom was a spectacle, a sight for everyone's eyes. But when the Greepers came, the kingdom began to die. Our Queen was a fine lady, a warrior and ruler. We did wish that her end would come later rather than sooner. She did fight against the Greepers, parrying their every lunge. But when one creeped up behind her back it was she who would take the plunge. The Queen was overthrown, and locked away in dark and cold. The kingdom was slashed and torn at, until it looked decrepped and old. The people they did scream and run as the Gr

I can tell you how people go insane. Their mind splits, their eyes fade and their sense begins to wane. Why the kindest of people do the cruelist of things. Because it's like falling through an ice cold lake, when you can't swim. I remember looking up one day, into his big brown eyes. The smell of salt, the stain of blood and the irratating, buzzing flies. My arms wrapped round his neck so tight, his propping me upon his chest. He walked out of our little house, away from all the rest. We travelled on through the village, where smoke rose from chimneys high. We came across a forest and my father let out a sigh. His walk became a tro

Hold your breath, Don't let it fly away. As hope takes wing, And finds the horizon of another day. Under the sky, Where dreams spread their wings. Reach out to catch one, But you'll only hear them sing. They're not quite shootin' stars, But not quite birds either. They're more like dreams with feathers, But don't run after them you wouldn't want to leave her. Not again, Would you really do that to her one more time? Leave her there, Still under this sunburnt sky. And you've run off with her dreams, As well as your own. Don't bother coming back to her, Because off she would've flown. You left her for another, Who didn't ev

I would slit your throat, If I had a knife. I would wring your neck, If I had a rope. I would shoot you through the head, If I had a gun. I would push you into traffic, If I had the guts. I would have your head, If I had an axe. I would kill you in so many different ways, If I could kill you more than once.