"Humanely Destroyed"The thunder of hooves The galloping hearts Its what your were born to do You feel the desire The burn in your legs Nostrils flaring You can feel the glory That comes in the end But it all can vanish In the flash of an eye With a crack and snap You can fall to the ground Hooves roaring over you A scream of pain A scream in confusion You don’t understand What you did wrong The voice says you’ll be just fine A prick in your neck is all you need The ground falls from below you and your mind slips away They’re killing you Y"Humanely Destroyed"
How Could You Forget Me?I saw you tonight For the first time in what had felt like years And I realized what I had lost I had loved And you had pitied But you had forgotten What I could not With you standing so close It drove me crazy I miss you I cried But I don’t miss your lies I won’t forget you Even if you’ve already forgotten me Don’t pity me I’m fine.How Could You Forget Me?
WatcherA crowd gathers. To watch the struggling teen, slip farther into the darkness. Trapped in her “well” she is stuck on the well, crying. She fights with herself. A stronger part, telling her to climb. The hazel eyes look up, there are small rocks, jutting out of the smooth surface. Placed irregularly up the well, she knows she can climb out with them. She looks up, to where she can she the light. A familiar smile greets her. She yells up for help, but the person does not move. Instead she shakes her head and steps away, unable to watch what she cannot save. As the smile retreats, other curious onlookers approach, all watching. She screamed, andWatcher
Suicide By Love, Part 1“And you won’t be meeting anyone there?” the mother asked, searching her daughters face for lies. “No! It’s just me and Ana,” Christa repeated. She batted her dark lashes innocently, her hand poised on the handle of the car. “Well, be safe honey. I love you,” Mrs. McLenny said to her daughter.Suicide By Love, Part 1
“Yupp!” Christa cried leaping from the car before her mom could change her mind. Fighting her way into Elkridge’s only theatre, her hazel eyes searched for a familiar face.
“One for ‘Snickerdoodles Revenge,’ ” she asked the teller as she slid her money under the cloudy glass. “Enjoy your movie. Can I help who’s next
so unsureOh how she longsso unsure
To be in his arms She worries every day
If I did go there
What would he say Would he let me in
Does he still want to hold me She always cared No matter how badly
He had hurt her before She always forgave him She’d never forget What she once meant
To no one but him
Fallen in Love
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My soul vast, filled with the evils of the world.
My eyes cold with pain and suffering.
What is to become of these foolish mortals
who dare cross my path.
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