Flower girlBlood lips and Autumn hairglowing only in sun's despair.Beauty Queen but, not underneaththat was for the wicked to encounter;lying with ease but, only to pleaseand maybe her mother will loose.Well thy shall sleep and still be tiredand thy shall eat and still have hunger;those who pray will not be answeredand, a sinner's sin will not be told;time is ticking faster by the hourthe story cannot unfold.The child's stem broke such as a flowersand the thorns had crippled her soul.
The atheistHe had a cross around his neckAnd,I wondered how much it meant to himor even if he went to church...Did he pray all day and day dream about heaven?Did he preach to angels above and fearedthe angels below?He had a cross over his heart,the silver chain beckoning his soul,Did he care about his sins,did he believe he was a sinner?He wore an X around his neck!Did he even know what it meant?It meant he believed in somethingfragilea tiny man on a big crossDid it even cross his mind,that he was worshiping a god, that he knewnever existed, he just refused to believe it!There's no one looking after you,there's no angel by your side!There's no demon trying to strangle you,There's no truth behind these lies!There's no reincarnation for the sinner in you,and there is sickness in your eyes.He wore a cross around his neck and I wondered if it meantmore to me, than it ever will for him.
Eve and AdamAdam and Eve,why did you flee-was it because the apple of death?Did you choke on the core of poison?Or did the apple come cause you left?The love of you two was undeniable,or was it just a tiny white lie?Cause honestly, the two of you,would die before giving love a try.So here Eve have a bite!Maybe one-Maybe two-Maybe four.We know you didn't look back at Adam-but don't worry,he's dead on the floor.Share the apple of poison,but don't forget to ignitethe fire in the forest,that burned brighterthan your love for a night.
SorryI swam in my own darknessa sea of empty despair,where has all my light gone?I'm Breathing without air.Choking on my wordsas i write them out in rhyme,maybe I'm too late?I'm Already out of time.Where do I go from here?somewhere close?-somewhere far?-somewhere near.Are those voices I hear?ringing loud?-ringing proud?-ring of fear.I blame no one but myself,for the note I'm beginning to write.I blame no one but myself,for Carving the story at night.I hear nothing but the soundof my heart beating loudI hear nothing but the soundof my body hitting the ground.
Cold coffeeMost people have their coffee Hotbut mine is always Cold.do I like It?-no, I'm used to ItI do the things I'm told.I never make my own pot.I have to wait till someone's done.Is It good?-no, It's the Bottomnothing but Grinds, that taste like rust.So, you may ask why I drink It.and honestly, I don't know what to sayall I know is that It's an everyday thingAnd if you try to stop me,I'll drink It anyway
roses are deadroses are dead, violets are tooyou didn't think beautycould die on you toothe sun had gone downand the monsters have come out,please don't screammy head's already too loudthe voices insideare eating me alive.they took away my heartnow everything's fallin' apart.so, December readyhold that gun steadyroses are deadand now you are too.
sweet miseryI think there's beauty in how the rain falls.are these tears stored over the yearshas it really been that long?maybe not long at all..I see a flood in the distance!it's going to kill us allbut don't worryit doesn't hurtdying is possibly better than surviving.An art it is, my friendbringing paper to the pen!But, art is never goodwhen you are at your best.It's only good,if your heart has fallen from your chest.So happiness isn't the key!only sweet misery
Itsy Bitsy spiderThe itsy bitsy Spider poured gasoline in the parkUp came the flames anddddburned the children out.Out came the tears thatwashed the blood away anddddthe itsy bitsy spider came back on Tuesdays.