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Creatures Under Your Bed Pickin' your nose. Bitin' your toes. They walk on your face, and mess up your place. Pointy little ears. Fullfilling your fears. They'll scratch up your floor and unhinge your door. Long, sharp nails to dig out entrails. I'm not messing with your head. There's creatures under your bed. ~An original |
| Dreamweaver Drifting deep into sleep, your mind spinning off. The people around you hurt, they will laugh and they'll scoff... You can be what you want, in your dreams you can live. Use your imagination. Try every alternative... Leave the world behind when you're in your dreams. Because once you return It won't be as bad as it seems... ~An Original |
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Virus I have unleased a virus. An unknown substance infecting. Blowing apart the unity once known. Changing times, changing people. Turning against the ones you love. With no cause for defience. Cutting them down As if they aren't there. Killing them without a care. To crush a heart in your hand... Unconcious bloodlust. Nothing will be gained by this. Realize the pain. Love it. Hate it. It's all the same. Because the pain is still there. Every reason for a change. ~An Original |
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Blind Society What's this? This monstrosity. This disgusting display. The innocent put on ugly auction blocks. To be sold to society. This sick world. Reaching for what they cannot have. Buying what they do not need. Will they ever learn? Will they forever continue with this charade? These hidden agendas? Accept what is there. See the truth. ~An Original |
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Sick Sad Outside, a warm summer day. Inside I am just so cold. The hate shown to me, the disrespect. It hurts like no one knows. They realize not what they do. Thinking only about themselves. A tiny piece of my being. Dying with every blow. They do not know... They do not care... If only they knew... Searching for that instance. The time I will become whole again. By myself, I can only find happiness. No other feeling as I do. They wither in their own self-pity. Caring not for how others feel. To live your own life. It is to be alone. They do not understand... They do not see past themselves... If only they knew... ~An Original |
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Untitled It is in man's nature to be violent. We fight to live, everyday of our lives. We fight to breath, when society suffocates us. We fight to grow, from innocence to violence. We fight to change, and better ourselves. It is in every person to want to change. We can put aside the stresses in life. We can be ourselves and deviate society. We can progress away from innocence. We can change ourselves and change the world... |
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