Can you tell me that there aren't any monsters in this world?
For I see reflected in others's eyes,
The end of time.
Time
Is
Out.
For us to live,
We must learn to survive.
These monsters will never leave us in peace, for we are them.

I wrote a poem,
just so I could set it on fire.
I hope my words burn
in your soul
and set your mind a light.
Remember me,
when the embers go out.

Do you hear the bells ring?
For I hear them,
on this the day of death.
Sand blows in the wind,
the bells toll and never stop.
Can't you hear them?
Everything is ending,
we will not survive.
The bells warn us,
Why don't you hear them?
You must be lying!
I hear them clear as day!
The bells are ringing and
we will die!
The bells, they...

Take a left at the willow tree
if you're intent on coming.
A picnic we shall have,
but only if you bring a sweet snack.
We can sit in the shade of my favorite oak
if you aim to be my friend.
I've been looking for company
not that I mind being alone, of course.
Please be my friend.
*I won't ask again.

I believe in love and light and life.
Happiness is found in everyone, everywhere.
I know I'll go to heaven,
I want a long happy life, as a housewife.
A charming husband and two sweet children.
That is what I want.
My dream life.

He smirked at me, surprised by my sass, even in death.
Death wore a suit, looking every bit the striking businessman.
He held a heavy tome as he read my name, telling me it was not my time.
Leaning in the crook of his arm was the sharp scythe, glimmering faintly.
Death touched my face with his cold hands, his fingers brushing across my delicate lips, and under my chin.
He made me look into his eyes and spoke gently,
"It is not your time. I will see you again, but today is not the day."
A tear ran down my cheek and his icy fingers wiped it away.
Death leaned forward, his presence bringing cold and dread.
With his frosty lips, he tenderly kissed my forehead.
He kissed down my face, leaving a chill with each touch.
Death's mouth met mine as he breathed life back into me.
Everything went dark, and I sat up with a start, alone in my cold bed.

He was blue, she was rabbit.
He danced a waltz around her mind,
she could never quite escape his grasp.
Her fruitless attempts to forget
his hypnotizing colors left her broken.

He was blue, she was a rabbit.
She danced a waltz across his heart.
But he was azure, and could never love.
Cold and empty, he thought of her,
but the feelings never truly reached him.

He was blue, she was a rabbit.
She followed him through the flowery gardens.
He seemed everywhere at once.
Enchanted, she bounded across the dewy grass.
Her love was in the sky and in the flowers.

He was blue, she was rabbit.
He acknowledged her each time she passed,
But he was everywhere and could not love.
He watched from a distance as she pranced.
As he weeped, the rain fell and the rabbit hid away.

He was blue and she was a rabbit.
They could never quite be together
despite being in the same place.
For he was blue, the blue of the sky,
and she was a rabbit, a creature of the Earth.

Death is upon us all on this dark day.
Death is upon us all on this dark
Death is upon us all on this
Death is upon us all on
Death is upon us all
Death is upon us
Death is upon
Death is
Death.