Would You Cry?Would you cry if I died?Would you cry if you learnedThat my fate was a lieAnd that I was destined to dieRight here where I lie.Would you cry?Would you crySimply becauseI'm not here anymoreOr would you cry becauseYou actually cared?Would you cry with othersWould you cry aloneWould you cry with my familyOver the telephone?I want to knowHow sad you would beI guess what I really want to know isWould you cry for me?
Tortured Lullabyon your pillowrest your headmonsters lurkbeneath your bedblood stained sheetswhite and redyour eyes close shutbut your not deadtake off your shoesturn off the lightconsciousness failswithout a fight'claws that catchjaws that bite'sleep my darling,sleep you tightand withered dreams into your mindand slithering like fears behindinside your head they find there waya nightmare of a different kindconscience struggles with whispers darkthe pain they cause will leave no markyour heartbeat slows within your chestblack serpent coils within your breastthe venom spreading through your veinstill tainted blood, all that remainsechoes, the toll of the death belldarkness dragging, internal hellchoking on your final yellsleep my darling,sleep you wellall is silence in the nightsadness spreads with hate and spitethe binding cords are harsh and tightsleep my darling,say goodnight.
The Little GirlOne day a little girl asked her father what did he think she would be when she grew up? The father bent down to one knee and looked in his child's eyes. He looked at her and told her that she would be a miraculous being, that she would be anything if she put her mind to it. The little girl smiled and hugged her father. "Thank you, Daddy." Was all she said.The little girl began to grow up and went into elementary. She walked up to her father one day after school and asked him again "Daddy, what will I be?"The father sat at the table staring into his growing daughter's eyes. He told her that she would be a miraculous being, that she would be anything if she put her mind to it. The young girl smiled and hugged her father.The little girl continued to grow and grow until one day she began middle school. She was carrying many books home along with her backpack. She placed them on the counter and looked at her father. He was starting to have gray hair and lines carved his face now. She ask
I'm Having Fun, Darling.Your blood dribbles down my chin,Trickles down my neck,Soaks the collar of my shirt,Darling, can you not tell?You will die by my hands.Tonight, it is about time.My hands are shakingYou lie, lifeless at my feetYour blood surges through my veinsFills my every being,Makes me feel alive.What is this feeling?Sorrow?Remorse?Darling, far from it.This is satisfaction.The knife on my tongueIt sends shivers down my spineYou bleed out on the floorWhat little blood surrounds your corpse.It becomes easier every timeTo accept my fateBecome the end of humanityBecause,Darling,You have died by my handsTonight we bury youIn a little pine boxDown by our favorite trailNow as I walk byI will think of tonight.The night your blood surged through my veinsMade me feel aliveFilled my beingAnd gave me the satisfaction I deserve