In a place where my dark insanity does crawl,
The voices I hear are having a brawl,
Whispers echo in the halls of the mind,
Twisting thoughts of a darkness of the purest kind.

Reality shattered, like broken pieces of glass,
In the endless maze, that my mind is at an impasse,
Illusions surround me in a macabre dance,
Mental illness has my mind in a trance.

Voices taunt, a never-ending noise of despair,
Pure madness reigns when im stuck in my mind’s lair,
Visions torment, shadows popping up, is a poison like cyanide,
In the labyrinth where only the demons’ rule & sanity has died.

Chains of delusion bind my soul,
I feel like a burden & I believe my hysteria takes a toll,
As my loved ones must bring me back from the rabbit-hole,
It torments me and anxiety eats away at my soul.

Fear grips tight in its icy clutch,
In the purview of the mind’s dark touch,
A slave to my thoughts where demonic voices play,
And shadows lurk around making sure they too get a say.

In the darkness where the madness that reigns supreme,
I am a soul adrift in an bleakness dream,
Lost in the abyss of insanity’s tight grasp,
I wait for day when my mind will collapse.

In the graveyard’s heart, where shadows creep,
A mortal woman dances, in the night so deep,
Amidst the tombstones, ancient and worn,
She dances with death, as the night is reborn.

The moon hangs low, casting a warm, ghostly glow,
Illuminating whispers where the lost souls flow,
Stars twinkle above in a celestial embrace,
Bearing witness to their waltz in this haunting place.

She twirls and spins, with death as her guide,
A macabre waltz, in the darkness wide,
Her gown, a dark tapestry, flows with the breeze,
A shroud woven finely with secrets that tease.

With each step she takes on the hallowed ground,
The echoes of silence in shadows resound,
The air thick with sorrow, the scent of decay,
Yet she dances with grace, in the night’s dark ballet.

Her laughter, a chime that rings through the gloom,
As death holds her close, dancing among the tombs,
Stars watched in wonder, their light dimmed by dread,
For they knew of the fates that laid far ahead.

The mist swirls around them, like a ghostly veil,
There love can never be, in this night’s dark tale,
For in this communion, where the living meet dead,
She finds solace and beauty in the words left unsaid.

But the dance lingers on, in the depths of her heart,
A reminder that life and death never part,
Every night she dances with death on the hollow ground,
In the days light only footprints can be found.

Hush little child, do not cry
I will sing you a lullaby
About hidden riches
Wizards & witches
Who cast a good or evil spells
Wish granting wells
Of a brave, courageous knight
For his love he will fight
The princes & princesses pure bliss
When finally they share a true loves kiss
There is one place where it makes no sense
But be careful it can get quite intense
Fairies play amongst the flowers
Giving them magical fairy dust showers
Dragons that fly really high
You can ride them & touch the sky
They are friendly if shown respect
It’s where everything is enchantingly perfect
Hush little child, do not weep
Now is the time for you to sleep
I will tell you a tale
Of pirates who sail
Searching for buried treasure
All to spend at their leisure
Where all creatures love to talk
And the paths are gold everywhere you walk
Will-o-wisps guide the way
At sunset the night creatures come out to play
Mermaids frolic upon the rocks in the ocean
You can be anything you want with a simple potion
Unicorns run around in the woods
Merchants try to sell mysterious goods
Nymphs dance down by the river
To pass the bridge you have to pay the trolls silver
Leprechauns guard their *** of gold
This enchanting place is for the young & old
Where dinosaurs still roam
And you wake up safe at home
Hush child, as I tuck you in tight
Know that I love you & goodnight.

Dedicated To My Nephew.

I am there with you as soon as you are created
I am extremely unappreciated
I walk with you, yet make no sound
I am everywhere, all around
I am what they call taboo
I am old in no way new
I come for the young & old
I cannot be bribed by gold
I am deaf to your plea
I am unbiased you see
I give one touch and it’s the end
I am neither an enemy nor a friend
I am celebrated and I am also hated
I cannot be cheated, I am for all fated
I am there when you take your last breathe
I am known as the reaper, the bringer of death.

Procrastination, it may seem splendid,
But it’s a time thief yet to be apprehended.

Considered still out there ruining lives,
It can infect anyone even husbands or wives.

Leaving a trail of victims in its wake,
Its not your fault nor your mistake.

And its like any other virus that makes you sick,
Its ok the side effects are you’ll be slow not quick.

If you are confronted by procrastination,
Let us know your immediate location.

And proceed with extreme caution & stay a distance,
And if it gets you just let it, don’t put up a resistance.

Do not try to capture it nor negotiate,
By then it will have you & it will be too late.

Treat it nice, like a friend not a stranger,
As it is considered armed & comes with danger.

If you are affected, please email: iamtoolazytoday@icanbarelyfunction.com,
And we will get to you when we feel like it, after all it’s not like it’s a bomb.

It is said that if you read a poem called Tomino’s Hell
If read out loud things will not end well
As it is a way to summon Tomino who was cast down
For questioning & challenging Gods word
When he fell there was a crack, even the living had heard
Tomino fell from heaven, straight to hell
His mouth sowed shut for no secrets can he tell
He was not prepared with the hell he was shown
As Lucifer sits upon his mighty throne
With a surprisingly gently voice he says to not be afraid
He was not as what is imagined or portrayed
He is beyond the concept of beauty, its hard to explain
The torture, once you think there can’t be a higher pain
It gets worse; seemingly endless you start to go insane
Like heaven, each hell is designed just for you, none are the same
In Tomino’s you are constantly ripped apart
And a sensation, like someone squeezing your heart
Then it gets really dangerous & bad when you start to yearn
For the pain and the sweet, agonizing burn
Some may escape to the land of the living, but they always return
Especially Tomino who always brings a soul in tow
So whatever you do, don’t read aloud the poem below:
Tomino’s Poem
(Don’t read it, especially out loud!)
Enota ot nwod tsac neeb evah yam onimot
Enola ti o got sesufer eh tub
Oot nwod uoy gard lliw eh denommus si eh nehw os
Odnu ro epacse on si ereht, seod eh ecno
Od ot evah uoy lla s’that, doula meop eht woleb daer
Uoy rof emoc lliw onimot dna
Eurtnu si nettirw saw tahw rof
Uoy dniheb kool llew, daeh ruoy ni daer uoy fi, oob
Lley dna maercs uoy sa nwod uoy gard lliw eh
Lleh s’onimot ot emoclew dna seye ruoy nepo

Try reading it if you dare
But please beware
Because once you do
Your soul is sold to you know who
And while you are tortured, the scars on your soul adorning
Don’t say you had no warning!


Based On An Urban Legend

Im the daughter of a well-to-do businessman
He remarried, of my stepmother, I was not a fan
My sister & I were popular, engaged in charitable work
I taught Sunday school to children, which was a perk
I had a religious upbringing with the local church
My father felt his good name I would one day besmirch
For I went on outings unaccompanied by a male escort
I am stubborn & independent was my retort
Thursday morning my older sister & father were gone
Father came home, while I was out on the lawn
When I came inside I saw father on the lounge dead
Later the maid found his wife on the floor by their bed
Both were struck in the head with a sharp axe
She got eighteen, while father received eleven whacks
I was arrested charged with their ****** but no trial
For the men believed a woman couldn’t fit the profile
I was found not guilty and inherited the house & fund
But by society my sister, Emma & I were still shunned
Many believe & accused me of Abby and fathers death
As I walk by they mumble & snicker under their breath
Some theories were my uncle Morse or the maid
That she was my lover, that Abby and Father were dismayed
Abby apparently caught us both, in the barn at the back
And forced me to become a horrible, murdering maniac
Could I, Lizzie Borden, a woman, be so depraved?
Well only I will know & the secret I will take to my grave.

Blood oozes down the wall
Or if you find a large puddle of it on the floor
When your kid vomits green & their head spins right around
Or when they levitate above their bed & you can’t get them down
In your dreams, creepy girls sing disturbing rhymes
Or you wake up with deep cuts from a guy with finger knives
Toothless, *****, rednecks look at you with glee
Or when you walk into a house and it tells you to leave
At camp the young, half-naked counsellors turn up dead
Or worse without their head
When the scary tree outside your window tries to eat you
And the closet eats your sister too
Or when her new best friend is the beast
Also coffins start popping up, expelling the deceased
A shark isn’t looking for food anymore, just to ****
Or when its friends seek revenge on your family, people don't believe you & think you’re mentally ill
You’re vulnerable in space, thinking you’re blessed to be on this quest
And suddenly get these aliens that rip through your chest
You see a big guy with a chainsaw and wearing someone else’s face
Or worse makes a full skin body one to wear, seriously what a nutcase
What to do when you know you’re in trouble
Grab a gun, crucifix and holy water in a double
Skip the country and pray you’ll survive
But know deep down inside you may very well die.

When it comes its like chaos, and likes to run,
It’s a fierce storm that descends, blocking out the sun,
Sudden whirlwinds, a force that’s full of might,
Unleashing its wrath in the day or night.

Large, hard hail, a relentless assault,
Cascading down, a fearsome exalt,
Large, thick & heavy, the rain pours down,
On the roof, makes a pounding sound.

The rain pours down in a hue of grey,
Thick and heavy, obscuring the way,
Lightning cracks in the sky’s a dark veil,
The elements tremble and begins to wail.

Thunder rumbles, shaking the house’s core,
Sounding like a monster in the sky letting out a roar,
A symphony of destruction, a sensational show,
As the mighty storm’s fury continues to grow.

A shroud of darkness, a cloak of dread,
Enveloping all in its cold, murky spread,
Buildings vibrate, foundations shake,
As the storm’s fury refuses to abate.

After a light flash follows a fearsome rumble,
As the trees sway and begin to tumble,
Trees bend and break, houses tremble and sway,
As nature’s wrath reigns the dark day.

Gale force winds, relentless and wild,
Blow through the land, a force ever so mild,
No shelter from the storm’s embrace,
As wind & rain leave destruction all over the place.

Beware the storm, its power untamed,
A reminder of nature, forever unchained,
Nature’s wrath comes in all its glory,
A testament to its eternal, never-ending story.

The rumour, the lie
The teasing, I cry
The pain of the blade
My vision starts to fade
The handcuff on the hospital bed
My throbbing head
People gather around
Asking me to make a sound
But I'm stuck in my mind
When I surface I find
My family, but not one friend
Time moves slowly as I mend
The cheerful hellos
The tearful goodbyes
Still feeling like I want to die
And it all started
With a rumor & a lie.

Never again will I let anyone make me feel small,
And when I hit it, believe me I will break that wall.
Never again will I fall for any manipulation,
I will call anyone out in front of everyone without hesitation.

Never again will I let anyone make me feel inconsequential,
I am worthy of more as I am full of potential.
Never again will I allow myself to be used nor suffer abuse,
I am a bomb ready to explode, believe me don’t light the fuse.

Never again will I blindly believe, I now proceed with care,
I will not allow myself to be caught in lies that try to ensnare.
Never again will I give my trust easily, I will take it slow,
Actions speak louder than words, this I now know.

Never again will I be treated like sht or stabbed in the back,
You hit me, watch out not even google will find you when I give you a whack.
Never again will I let my mental illness nor trauma make me an easy prey, I am born anew,
No longer am I that naïve girl, I am now wiser & stronger, take me on…I fcking dare you.

Six teenager girls were in a basement, having a sleepover night
All was dark expect for the girl telling a scary story with the flashlight
When it was Bridget’s turn
With a face grim and stern
Told the story of ****** Mary
The others became wary
As she told how Mary had an admirer, her best friend’s dad
She was very young and he had thoughts, fantasies that were bad
Over the years his lust for her had grown
He tried to take advantage one day when she was home alone
She heard ringing, so went to answer the phone
Mr Borne hit the back of her head; Mary fell & began to groan
When she saw his murderous sneer & though it gave Mary a fright
Mary tried her hardest to fight
When her parents got home it was to a horrific sight
She was found beside the full length mirror, her lifeless eyes staring into it
And from the inside was a large split
In her own blood, she had written the initial B
Her watched had stopped in the afternoon, at exactly three
They say her spirit is in all mirrors, forever trapped but can be mainly seen at night
If you say her name in a mirror, three times & with only one candle for light
Mary will be awaken
And your life will be taken
As long as her soul remains unhealed
Do the ritual and your fate will be sealed.
Later, after playing with each others hair
The girls decided to play truth or dare
Natalie chose dare with fear
And Sandra gave a mischievous sneer
Being mean, with Sandra was habitual
She dared Natalie to do the ****** Mary ritual
She had to do it or be called chicken
Into the bathroom, her heart starts to quicken
She lights the candle, as the others close the door
Her feet are cold from the tile floor
The candle flickers as she breathes in deep
Beginning to silently weep
She called Mary's name into the mirror, three times
All Natalie could hear was the outside chimes
Then her candle blew out
And Natalie gave a desperate shout
The other girls just started laughing, locking her in
Natalie stopped shouting, feeling a chill all over her skin
She looked into the mirror; there was a girl with a sinister grin
Blood was dripping down the walls, the bathtub filling up with it too
Natalie’s worst fears grew
As the girl came out of the mirror & on to the counter top
Natalie begged her to stop
But Mary was burning with violence
She walked up to her and then there was silence
When the others opened the door it was to a grisly scene
Natalie’s face was so distorted, like nothing anyone has ever seen
Horribly scared, especially the girls, was everyone involved
It will remain forever a case unsolved!

Based On An Urban Legend

I was attacked by a bear in the yard & survived
Got tasered by some random person but luckily i was revived
I survived in Spain when doing the running of the bulls & got trampled
Also lived when my stomach was pumped after ingesting rat poison i somehow sampled
The wife & i went to the Grand Canyon but i fell off of the cliffs, twice
I went skiing, heard a blast but was found when i got buried under a ton of ice
I was stung by a dozen jelly fish when weirdly swimming in pool not the sea
Walked away fine after trapped for several hours under a huge tree
Somehow it also happened with a heavy, massive rock
When the wife forgot to turn off the power & i got electrocuted, but I survived the shock
The wife accidently left in the boat & I got stuck on an island where the volcano erupted
I came back after I was taken & tortured by the Russian government who I believe may be corrupted
Also, when kidnapped in Mexico, they let me live though the wife forgot to pay the ransom
Had a random man throw acid in the face, my wife said the man must of thought i was too handsome
Somehow i got injected with venom by a snake
It’s like I’m so tough i refuse to break
In bed one night i was bitten by a black widow spider
Then when i was 9,800ft in the air, i somehow split my glider
The worst was when I went for a walk in a park I got mugged
Or when i woke up from a car crash & later was told i was drugged
Then by some nutcase I got shot in the head
I was for six minutes legally dead
I even survived when my silly wife accidently put in my food cyanide
These are the different ways I've nearly died
Each time I survived my wife just happily cried
Its nice to know she is always by my side.

In a place where the wicked crawl & creep,
A demon woke up from his deep sleep,
His eyes filled with unholy desire,
As he saw a mortal woman, her hair red as fire.

With eyes like caramel, her beauty a pure delight,
He gazed at her with lust, that began to ignite,
The demon’s heart, for the first time started to pound,
Could this be love, was his soulmate found.

Lurking in darkness & keeping out of sight,
He whispered in her ear as she slept through the night,
He would say words of a deep affection,
He lured her so he could start a connection.

But his mortal woman was unaware of his deceit,
She fell for his charms, her heart she thought was complete,
But as their love began to bloom,
The demon’s darkness overpowered the room.

Their love so consumed by desire that was dark,
That upon her soul he left a mark,
She started to notice his increasing obsession,
Afraid as their intimacy was becoming pain & aggression.

As the truth showed its ugly face,
The demon’s love was a suffocating embrace,
The mortal women’s demeaner began to fade,
Feeling overwhelmed, she bought a blade.

The beautiful mortal lost, the demon now left alone,
Her heart was finally set free, but his turned to stone,
He was not meant for love, now devoid of laughter & song,
This is the demons tragic tale of a love gone so wrong.

In Japan there was a girl named Hanna Mori
And this is her legend, her story
It was said that Hanna was the beauty of Japan
When a rich & well respected gentleman came for her hand
She was given in marriage though she was a young age
But Hanna has always felt like a pretty bird in a cage
Her husband was a samurai
He was emotionless guy
He wouldn’t even say or give her a kiss goodbye
Since he worked all day and sometimes all night
Hanna would sit in the balcony to bathe in the moons light
As the stars twinkled so bright
She wondered if she will ever be happy
Then chided herself for being sappy
A few months passed, the routine the same
Then one day, the new neighbours came
Introducing themselves & son, as soon as their eyes met, Hanna was aflame
This brought her great shame
Even though the boy was 17, only 4 years younger than her
She could not give in to the lust, though her heart did stir
When one day she received a love letter
Saying she deserved better
Foolishly she replied & it sparked the secret affair
At first she did resist
But could not do so after they first kissed
He would come over in the guise of working in the garden
Hanna knew if her husband found out, there will be no pardon
The punishment would be swift
But she thought it would be worth it for love is a gift
Then the day came, her husband came home due to a cancelled flight
And came home to the sight
Of his wife preparing herself for her lover
Hanna dove for cover
But after he bullied her into a confession, he dragged her naked to the neighbours house
There the lover was as quiet as a mouse
The parents brought him out & he said she forced him to do it
Hanna was crushed, it was a hard hit
As he went on about her being a ****** predator
This, from the boy she loved and couldn’t help but adore
Her husband dragged her back home & threw her on the bed
“You will pay for this, not now but for all eternity!” he said
But Hanna didn’t care
She is punished already with a broken heart she cannot bear
Her husband grabbed his samurai sword
Put it in her mouth & claimed it was her punishment & reward
He sliced her mouth open, on both sides, all the way up to her ears
He declared that she will forever be the thing that everyone fears
That she will forever in the shadow roam
Never finding her lover, peace or home
But lurk in the shadows for all of time
That is her punishment for her shameful crime
With no help she bled and died
And her husband later committed suicide
The legend goes that in shadows she must hide
She wears a surgical mask & approaches a lone stranger
The victim is drawn in by her beauty, unaware of danger
She asks “Am I pretty?”  And once they replied in a positive way
She takes off her mask, exposing her wounds & asked the same question of her prey
Anyone who no longer found her pretty, she will slay
So if a person approaches you with a mask, beware of what you say!


Based On An Urban Legend

Higher & higher I can feel it start
Palpitating, faster & faster goes my heart
I am desperately trying to calm down
The voices talking, its an effort to block the sound
I’m getting bad so I’ll try to occupy my mind
Creating tasks or to dos helps I find
I look for anything & everything to do
Journaling & poetry writing helps too
The voice always fills me with terrible doubt
I must ignore, breath in one, two, three and out
Its ok its just an attack you have had one before
Just calm your mind by finding a chore
Sometimes it happens, but you know you won’t die
Whatever the voice is saying to you does not apply
Its just your mind the voice is not real
It will go away just wait soon you will heal
Don’t let the voice make you stray
See your already feeling better, you’ll be okay
Yes, it’s horrible, I know you become afraid
But you are fine its already starting to fade
I know you wish you could turn it off with a switch
Yes, anxiety she is a real b*tch.

From haunted halls, where ghosts’ creeps,
A Queen sits silent, with the secrets she keeps,
Once fair of face, a Princess beauty & bright,
Now cold and hard, consumed by anger that can ignite.

Her heart once pure, now turned to ice,
A foolish young beauty, paying the price,
Betrayed by a man’s love, a cruel deceit,
Her innocence lost, bitter & ever so sweet.

He made vows, beneath both the stars & the sun,
But each of his promises were broken, one by one,
His gentle words of love, nothing but a wicked lie,
Now distant forever in each cold, dark eye.

His treachery struck, a fatal blow,
Leaving her heart, weeping & filled with woe,
Her trust betrayed, her heart & spirit torn,
Never to be touched by love, she forever sworn.

Now on a throne, where hate has started to stain,
She rules her poor kingdom, in endless pain,
Her gaze, like ice, a freezing chill,
Over-taxing her people, bending them to her will.

She lives in the dark despair,
Her bitterness can be seen in her devoid stare,
Beware, gentle hearts, of love turned to hate,
For love can be treacherous & can change your fate.

She will forever be the only one to sit on the throne,
With a crown made of thorns & a heart made of stone,
Once a garden where the Princess’s roses had bloomed,
Now they are all withered, dried up & dead, eternally doomed.

In the realm where deceit, lies & betrayal are spun,
when she enters a room, all just try to run,
The naive Princess is gone, now a Queen who will never yield
Perpetually bitter & broken, a Queen that will never be healed.

I am here, but I am not
I am numb, yet I can feel
I am blind, but I can see
I am deaf, yet I can hear
I am paralysed, but I can walk
I am alive, yet I am not living
I can talk, but I don’t say a word.

Dear Life,

The other day I tripped over one of your ‘little bumps’ on my path,
But I have a feeling those making the road don’t measure nor know math,
But could you do a girl a favour, when you hire,
Get someone with previous experience prior,
Because I don’t know if I’m the only one,
But there seems to be an awful lot of them that stun,
Maybe fire everyone & replace them with actual professionals that are new,
Because they just stand and watch, your current crew,
Leaving it all up to an apprentice who leaves a lot of bumps along the way,
And your so called ‘professionals’ just sit back and say,
“Yep, don’t worry, it’s just a little bump, no one will notice it”,
Guess What?!, People are fcking noticing & we get stuck with this sht,
So, get your thumb out your **** and get it done right,
Or believe me you and I life, will end up in a ****** fight.

Yours Truly
An Angry Customer

Once there was a kind widowed old lady
Her name was Claire O’Grady
She is the eldest person in the community
And if possible, helps others at every opportunity
One day while she finished shopping, it was a bit too much for her to carry
The only one to volunteer was the bag boy Barry
So they both walked to her home, which was six blocks away
It was the beginning of May
So it was a warm, lovely blue sky day
Just when Barry was struggling, thinking another step he wouldn’t survive
To the house they finally arrive
She offered him a drink
Barry was grateful, so she went to the kitchen sink
There were peanuts in a bowel, he ate some, they were so tasty he ate some more
When Mrs O’Grady walked through the door
She smiled & offered some more peanuts in a jar
When she went to the cabinet there were a collection of them, it was bizarre
Barry loved peanuts & asked if she was sure she wouldn’t mind
She said take a jar, its was completely fine
That she couldn’t eat them because the peanuts her teeth couldn’t grind
Barry was confused & asked why she has kept so many then?
Mrs. O’Grady didn’t hear it, so loudly Barry asked again
It would change his life what he was about to discover
As Mrs. O’Grady said “Oh, they use to be chocolate covered”
Poor Barry went into a state of shock & never fully recovered.


Based On An Urban Legend

Amy was a prim and proper girl
And her first arrival to campus was such a whirl
Her roommate, Drusilla, was a weird girl who acted all crazy and tough
She would go crazy if you even looked at her stuff
Unfortunately for Amy, Drusilla also liked to have *** that was really rough
She would hook up with different shady guys, loudly moaning and screaming
One day Amy accidently turned on the light, which left Drusilla steaming
Six days later Drusilla was still really mad
So Amy would stay till late at the library with her study partner Chad
Usually Drusilla would be finished by the time Amy went back to the room
But tonight Drusilla was still at it, yelling like a maniac, so with a sense of annoyance & doom
Amy walked in, there was wrestling, the bed banged on the wall, but Amy didn’t turn on the light
She got into bed, put on earphones and listened to music all night
When she woke up the next day, it was to a gruesome sight
There was blood everywhere and Drusilla’s throat was cut, she was obviously dead
The scary part is the message on the wall written in blood, it filled Amy with dread
‘Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light’ it read!

Based On An Urban Legend

Donna was a med student who excelled with the written work
But when it came to the field, with dead bodies she would shirk
Which made Regina smirk
Regina had two other friends there, Laura & Shawna
All three would bully other girls, especially Donna
One day Donna had to dissect an eye of a dead body & when she cut what looked like a thick string
The coagulated blood & the smell sent Donna puking
Everyone found it amusing
The professor warned the class to get use to the body oozing
While he continued with the lesson, Regina came up with a cruel plan
With the help of her friends, they snuck in after, cut off the arm of a dead man
And transported it out in a backpack
That night, the big man on campus, Jack
Threw a party in his dorm room
Donna decided to go, hoping to chase away her humiliating gloom
There was an array of alcohol, which Donna started to consume
Which she has never done before
When she started feeling dizzy & couldn’t take anymore
She went back to her room & when she got into bed
She felt something slimy & smelled bad, then she realized with dread
It was something dead
Seeing it was an arm, Donna lost her head
She started screaming intensely loud
Regina, Laura & Shawna were laughing & feeling proud
When the screaming stopped, Donna still didn’t come out of the room, which caused them alarm
When they opened her door, there was Donna maniacally, gnawing on the severed arm
To the dismay of her family, Donna was never the same
Rumor has it she now craves dead flesh & was declared insane
And that she was committed into Anglings Mental Asylum
Since the family moved, no one really knows what became of Donna Wylam.


Based On An Urban Legend

I smell the living and turn savage
I catch them then ravage
I think my flesh is becoming rotten
I can’t think and so much I have forgotten
I don’t understand why I am so hated
I do not rest even when sated
I am a hideous sight
I walk around day and night
I go around eating brains
I do not get sick when it rains
I actually don’t get sick at all
I have parts of my limbs that tend to rot off & fall
I was bitten and that’s how I was created
I can still be animated even when decapitated
I can be killed by a shot in the head...
I am a zombie, also known as the living dead.

Sara was the designated babysitter in the neighbourhood
She was booked solid for two months, she was that good
All the parents loved her because she was a sweet girl, saving up for college
She would study and read, soaking up all knowledge
This helped with the difficult children, like the Milton’s twin sons
They were hellions who would run around shooting off their, pretend, guns
Sara was asked to babysit them Saturday night
It’s a huge mansion, with glass walls & always gives Sara a fright
But they always gave her quite a bit of extra money
That night she gave the boys a treat, two cookies with oats & honey
With the boys in bed she decided to watch a movie, when she heard a bang
When she went to check it out, the phone rang
“Have you checked on the children?” this creepy, deep voice said
She checked on the boys, they were fine sleeping in their bed
So Sara went to check all the doors and windows, making sure they were locked
Then as she sat back down, on the front door someone knocked
Sara, with caution, looked through the peephole
There was no one, not a soul
A little spooked, she decided to get a book and quietly read
The phone rang and again the deep, creepy voice asked the question, filling Sara with dread
“This isn’t funny, who are you?” she pled
But the line went dead
She checked on the boys once more, they were sound asleep
She figured it was just some immature creep
The phone went off, with the same question
She texted a friend, she wrote back to ring the police for a trace, it was a good suggestion
Sara phoned the police and asked them if they could please trace the call
The guy phoned, asking the same question with a drawl
She was waiting for the police to respond, when she heard a noise on the second floor
Sara became scared to her very core
When the phone went off, she picked it up & the officer told her with urgency
That the calls were from inside the house, Sara tried to ring the Milton’s number for an emergency
But they didn’t pick up and then all of a sudden everything went black
When the Milton’s finally came back
The boys were fine, but no sign of Sara, so they searched the entire house
In the east guest room, strangled, bruised and dead, she was found by Mr. Milton’s spouse
Behave and check the children if you dare
So ends this tragic tale



Based On An Urban Legend

Yes, I am tired, yes, I am annoyed, can you not read my face
If you keep bothering me, I will spray you with mace
Yes, I understand I sound like a nutcase
So, maybe give me some ****** space
No, I don't care about my soul & the afterlife
But did I mention I carry a knife?
No, I don’t want to listen to your problems, I have my own
Look, I don’t have time to listen as you btch & moan
Oh, you’re a poor millionaire & your life by money has been wrecked
You better go silent or soon you will be decked
You think it’s ugly that I am sarcastic and full of wit
Guess what? I really don't give a sht!
A-hole, I don’t care that you have something to say
You are not the first, so just get out of my way
If you keep pssing me off, you better pray
Because I will bring a ****** grand doomsday
Don’t mess with me or you may meet with foul play
If you keep calling me a nasty, psychotic btch
I can guarantee you will end up in a ditch
Yes, I can be crude, yes, I can be rude
But It’s funny because this is me in a good mood
Look it’s nothing personal, my hate is global
I'm just happily Anti-Social.

I am Dr. Jekyll but I have a Miss. Hyde,
Miss. Hyde i struggle each day & try to hide,
It’s a constant battle, a constant war,
I feel it want to crawl out from my core

I wear my masks, the faces of happy & bright,
To hide the bitter inner struggle, out of sight,
Long ago due to pride, my soul I would sell,
I feel Miss. Hyde waiting & wanting to break-free & rebel.

Miss. Hyde, in the mirror I see its sinister grin,
A creature born from a prideful sin,
Lurking, I know what it wants, I know it’s biding its time,
Watching & waiting for a moment of weakness to climb.

It comes with a malicious voice, it starts to speak,
When night falls, I cannot let sloth take over & be weak,
Miss. Hyde whispers, its urges to be let out is strong,
Filled with greedy wants it knows is wrong.

But i resist & i fight to keep it in its cage,
Miss. Hyde hates it with a wrathful rage,
I lock it up, i hide the creature deep,
But its gluttony is overflowing & can seep.

My freedom it may envy, but it will never see the light,
So let Miss. Hyde’s madness shout, claw & bite,
I will tame the beast, as I alone hold the key,
To keep Miss. Hyde from running free.

In the depths of my despair, it lingers there,
Miss. Hyde’s lustful wants are hard to bear,
But i choose to be good & do what is right,
Even if for the rest of my life I must fight.

And I may have sold my soul,
Miss. Hyde may try to take control,
But i battle on & will never yield,
I still know right from wrong, that is my shield.

So i will strive & no sin will i abide,
Though Miss. Hyde may reside inside,
And the creature may try to get into my head,
I’ll tame the beast & never will I allow it to be fed.

In 1983, a team of deeply pious scientists conducted a radical experiment
They found a willing volunteer with merriment
They believe a human without any senses or ways to perceive stimuli
Like what would happen when you die
Except he will be alive
He would be able to perceive the presence of God & survive
They theorized that the five senses clouded our awareness of eternity
And live in the mind sempiternity
There a human could actually establish contact with God by thought
The only one to volunteer was Scott
His wife passed away, he has no family, so he decided to give this a shot
To purge him of all his senses, the scientists performed a complex operation
Scott was heavily under sedation
When every sensory nerve connection to the brain was surgically severed
There was no going back, ever
Although Scott would retained full muscular function, his speech may be impaired
When he awoke he could not see, hear, taste, smell, or feel, & felt scared
He realized he was not, with the ramifications, fully prepared
But it was too late, its permanent, never to be repaired
With no possible way to communicate
All he could do was wait
With no sense the outside world, he was alone
He began to cry and moan
Scientists monitored him as he spoke aloud about his state of mind
He spoke of flashing light, though he was blind
In jumbled, slurred sentences that he couldn’t even hear
He felt in a in closed in a tomb & spoke of fear
Assuming it was an onset of psychosis, they paid little attention to Scott’s concerns
The next few days, he’d lose consciousness & then mumble as he returns
On the fourth day, Scott was unknowingly lying on a bed
When he claimed to be hearing hushed, unintelligible voices in his head
Then he heard a voice, it was Kimberly his wife & although she was dead
He cried out, that he could hear his dead wife speaking with him
And even more, he could communicate back to Kim
The scientists were intrigued, but were not convinced
Until Scott started naming dead relatives of the scientists, that they could not dismiss
He repeated personal information that only their dead family member would have known
Some of the things he said freaked them out & sent a chill to the bone
So a sizable portion of scientists left the study
The only ones left were Ronan, Judie, Stefan and Buddy
A week of conversing with the deceased through his thoughts, Scott
became distressed
Saying the voices were overwhelming, making it hard for him to rest
In every waking moment, his consciousness was bombarded by so many voices
They refuse to leave him alone, even with his wife he no longer rejoices
He frequently threw himself against the wall, trying to elicit a pain response
While the scientists were nonchalance
He begged the scientists for sedatives, pleading and weeping
So he could escape the voices by sleeping
It worked for 3 days, until he started having severe night terrors & woke up screaming
Scott repeatedly said that he could see & hear the deceased even when dreaming
Only a day later, Scott began to shout & claw at his non-functional eyes
hoping to sense something in the physical world, but the scientists did not empathize
The hysterical Scott now said the voices of the dead were deafening
Speaking of hell, the end of the world, their voices were strengthening
At one point, he yelled “No heaven, no forgiveness” for five hours straight
He continually begged to be killed, but the scientists decided to wait
They were convinced that he was close to establishing contact with God
Seemingly mad, at his flesh he started to bite chunks & clawed
The scientists rushed into the test chamber & restrained him to a table
With the restraints, to hurt himself further or attempt to **** himself, he will be unable
For two weeks, Scott had to be manually rehydrated due to the constant crying
They were so close & couldn’t risk him dying
After another day, Scott could no longer form coherent sentences or even a word
It was all very blurred
After a few hours in restraints, Scott halted his struggling & screaming, he was silent
The scientists came closer to Scott since he was no longer violent
To check his vitals and if he wakes up what's the first thing he will say
But he was still silent, until the next day
He was staring at the ceiling as though someone watching the stars in space
Then teardrops silently streaked across his face
Eventually, he turned his head & despite his blindness, made eye contact
The scientists didn’t even know how to react
“I have spoken with God, and he has abandoned us” Scott said with his last breathe
Then his vital signs stopped, there was no apparent cause of death.


Based On An Urban Legend

Two brothers, one quest
Killing monsters is what they do best
Down this path since they were young
Sams quick wit & Deans suave tongue
Heaven, hell and everything in between
Nothing like you’ve ever seen
Sam thinks he is smart, Dean thinks he is a stud
Idjits, Family don’t end with blood
Battling creatures that prey in the night
It’s a truly gruesome sight
From angels to zombies they get the job done
Each one a brave and a loyal son
Father is a hunter, husband, father & a tortured man
For his family, he does all he can
Trying to save each other & others from damnation
They are our only hope for salvation
As they impersonate officers of the law
Fake badges, they come to your door
Dean with his car
Sam with his scar
Bobby is their second dad
His back story, like the boys, is just as sad
Castiel at first is uptight but soon he will see
That all have the right and should be free
When cast down he is stuck in a rut
Then joins the fight calling Michael an ***-****
Crowly the funny guy who rules hell
Hello boys do you have a soul to sell
Sam makes you feel, Dean makes you smirk
Sam the b*tch, Dean the ****
The journey is long, full of sorrow & pain
Enough to drive the sanest person insane
But through it all, they have each other
Each sacrificing all for his brother
No truer bond can be broken down
As they help those in need from town to town
Having to solve a ****** in time, they never back down
Heavens & hells war, they are stuck in the middle
They have been to hell and back
Always something lurking, waiting to attack
Two brothers, one quest
Killing monsters is what they do best!

Here lies Anna, also known as one of the infamous black widows
Who claimed all of her husband’s smothered themselves with the pillows
Here lies Benjamin, thought himself a daredevil without a fear
First stunt and he wound up here
Here lies Caitlin, she always claimed that she was bestowed a curse
No one really believed her until she fell out of the hearse
Here lies Don Juan, to take on 22 women in one day was very brave
And he went with a huge smile to his grave
Here lies Elaina, who held in her gases believing it was a sin
Who knew you could literally explode from holding in wind
Here lies Frank, his enormous ego was his biggest flaw
He was quick on the trigger, but slow on the draw
Here lies Gemma, thought herself sophisticated and upper class
Who aimed for the brake and hit the gas
Here lies Hendrix, a daredevil bad boy who all the girls thought cute
Till the day he went sky diving and forgot his parachute
Here lies Irene, died at 102, outlived her daughter and son
Guess its true only the good die young
Here lies James, told his wife her sister was cute, a huge blunder
Because now he lies here six feet under
Here lies Kim, no one believed her as she always liked to play a trick
Now on her grave written are her last words “I told you I was sick”.
Here lies Lafayette, there are a lot of gossip and rumors you may hear
But its none of your business how I ended up here
Here lies Molly, whenever someone went missing, a party she would arrange
And no one said anything but the meat tasted strange
Here lies Norman; he never chewed his food, from a steak to a banana
And in the end he choked & died from a sultana
Here lies Olive, thought to be, by the town, a witch
All of her exes claim it false; she was just a royal *****
Here lies Percy, so rich his family slowly poisoned him till he was gravely ill
He had the last laugh when they found he left them with nothing but a huge bill
Here lies Quinine, she & her boyfriend tried position 69 at the sauna with little trepidation
He died of suffocation because she died on top of him from dehydration
Here lies Rocco, he was a bull rider & one day he forgot to let go
The bull started to ride him; I guess you reap what you sow
Here lies Samantha, in life everyone thought her a *****
When given an option in the afterlife, she proved them wrong by choosing limbo
Here lies Timothy, as a true atheist he claimed to be king
Now all dressed up, with nowhere to go the poor thing
Here lies Uma, obsessed with Botox, to the point where she couldn’t frown
One  day her face collapsed & died looking like a horror clown
Here lies Victor, he the world’s greatest fraud
Now I wonder how much he has swindled the devil and god
Here lies Willow, while tweeting about seeing a guy showing his **** crack
She didn’t see the metal post & died instantly when she gave it a whack
Here lies Xander, who tried to poison his wife & make it look like suicide
But the fool ended up drinking the cup with cyanide
Here lies Yana, was a blonde ******* model & a girlfriend of a billionaire
Always forgetful till the day she forgot how to breathe air
Here lies Zack, went and jumped off the highest tower
When he found out his ‘girlfriend’ of 25 years was charging him by the hour.

I am not alive, although I am not dead
I need to sleep in a coffin not on a normal bed
I can also sleep in my earth’s dirt & mud
I don’t eat food, i feast on warm, juicy blood
I have very sharp, pointy fangs that glisten in the light
The only problem is, I can only come out at night
I dare not go outside in the day as i burn in the sun
But surprisingly I do have all sorts of fun
I am classified with other mythical creatures
I don’t believe, I know I have beautiful features
I have decades of knowledge; so, I tend to be smart
I can be killed by a sharp stake right through to my heart
I can also die if you cut my throat or cut off my head
I can make you feel either desire or dread
And hell no, I do not sparkle, I am a the macabre & heartless
I am a vampire; and I reign the darkness

The rumor, the lie
The teasing, I cry
The pain of the blade
My vision starts to fade
The hospital bed
My throbbing head
People gather around
Asking me to make a sound
But I'm stuck in my mind
When I surface, I find
My family, but not one friend
Time moves slowly as I mend
The cheerful hellos
The tearful goodbyes
Still feeling like I want to die
And it all started
With a rumor & a lie.

Do not think of me and cry
I am not dead, I only died
I'm now a part of the stars that shine at night
The moon that illuminates the earth so bright
The beautiful early morning dew
I am the light that shines upon you too
I am with the waves that crash upon the shore
I am part of the storms as they crack & roar
I am the wind that softly & freely blows
The autumn rain & winter snow
The summer fun & the spring flower
I am with you, every minute, every hour
I walk with you, hand in hand
My dearest, most treasured ones, do you understand?
Do not go to my grave & cry
I am not dead, I only died.