She crawls to me in
A nauseating manner.
Her fingernails dig themselves,
Inches deep into the carpet.
She smiles,
Awkwardly, prolonged,
By dynamic foam,
She giggles.
Her tongue leaps out,
Spelling my name in mid air.
Panting as a dog would,
She draws nearer.

And I worry about what may be going on,
In that deceitful, undead mind.
Horrid thoughts invite themselves in,
And make a home in my brain.
I say take a vacation,
They say, “We just got here”.

The veins on her forehead,
Protrude and glow.
She mocks me and screams,
With terrifying vibrato,
“Get away from me youuu,
You foul, freaky, fiend!”
So close now I can nearly,
Taste the vinegar on her breath.
So close I can hear her,
Scraggly hair detach from atop her head.

My heart continues to race the ticking,
The tick-tocking of my mothers clock.
My blood continues to boil,
So incredibly warm that I may *****.
That I may spew all that pumps my blood,
Onto this creatures path.

She picks up the pace,
And widens her moon-like eyes.
Murmuring under her,
Coldness and feebleness.
Her tongue continues,
To haunt my mind.
And she is so near now,
That I can taste the clamminess,
Of her skin,
Or what is left of it.

My heart stops.
She stops.
I take a deep breath,
She takes my hand.
I try to break away,
She breaks my fingers.
I scream.
She screams.

“Who are you?”
I simply ask.
“I am the outside world,”
She claims.
“And you have,
Every reason to fear me.”

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Crazy people roam this earth, but I suppose it’s not their fault. It’s not their fault they do what they do without explanation. But you’ve got to wonder; What makes these people do such crazy *** things? I guess it takes a crazy person to understand crazy actions..

How long did my scent linger,
Before this man replaced it?
How many nights did you snub,
The truth before you faced it.
And can you say,
Without dismay,
I am the dream you’re chasing?
Before you try,
I’d like to cry,
For all the years I’ve wasted.

Ice cubes and pouring liquor send my nerves into a trance,
Candlelight and turkey dinner end a lovely little dance.
The night is still and we are young, let us have some fun,
I’ll drink you down and lay you down, until the music’s done.

Your heart is growing warmer,
His hands continue pacing.
Here I laid some time ago,
A memory quite ancient.
Before you say,
Without dismay,
That he’s the man you’re missing,
I’d like to know,
Before I go,
Were my dead lips worth kissing?

A waterfall oversees a bridge above a river.
Silly things may come to mind, when consuming too much liquor.
A rope hangs low, to meet the glow, reflection from the sun.
Its here I lay, asleep and drowned, after I’ve been hung.

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A heart is no video game, if you play it, you will lose.

Tonight I shall weep and toss in my sleep,
My puppy dog eyes will shed.
My heart will sink low, my body will know,
That I may have lost my head.
My fingers will tremble, lips dissemble,
Blood flow boil and delay.
My throat will be closed, mucus from my nose,
Back bone dissolved to decay.

My feelings are such,
Since the world lost its touch..
Since the men of the world,
Forgot all the good girls.
When music did die,
I asked myself, “Why,
Should the world go on free,
Everyone but me?”

But fate is its own mind,
Perhaps, one of a kind.
Fate is a person, of course,
Like you and I.
And with Time it gets old,
I suppose you foretold.
That they shall both die,
And here I shall lie.

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Ev­eryday the world requires new acts, whether they are heavenly acts, moderate acts, or evil, horrible, disgusting acts. It’s a shame the world knows only one of the three.

Can you hear the tap, tap, tapping
Of my pale, gaunt fingers?
Yes, I am waiting.
And how my fingers do wander.
Just like the faucet,
Tap, tap, tap.
Echoing persistently,
Yes, I am waiting.
But my fingers will not.
They own this dark, lavender night.
Just like a stranger,
Tap, tap, tap.
Open the door,
Let him in.
Do not be afraid,
Because I am here.
Yes, I am waiting.
Yet I proceed to
Tap, tap, tap.

The night becomes still,
When the tapping is done.
The battle was lost,
The war has been one.
Eager are the hands of a killer,
And that of a machine,
One things for certain,
Fragile is the throat of a queen.

Do you know the feeling of losing a god given gift?
I don’t think so.
How often is something,  or someone heaven sent?
Never.

Excluding a fine June day,
My love was born.
An angel was heard crying,
And a mother showed care.
Ten and five years later,
She had looked into my eyes.
I looked back into hers,
Oh how the sky is lovely.
How I could see the horizon,
Far across a clear blue ocean.

And it wasn’t until she closed her eyes,
That a trickle of that ocean caught me by surprise.
Because it ran, and ran down her silver cheeks,
I never knew such gems could leak.

All that she had done for me,
All that she had given,
Had fell off her chin and onto the floor.
And her eyes lost that perfect complexion..

Her soft, ruddy, luscious lips,
Had paled to a gray.
She lowered her head,
And turned away.

So I watched as the glow of her honey tinted hair,
Faded to a storm cloud black.

I should never have hurt her,
Because now we are through.
I knew loving an angel,
Was too good to be true.


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When life hands you an angel,  grab a hold of its wings and NEVER let go.

I cant help but throw down some lines,
About this sweet thing I cant get off my mind.
Because as we sit here, fingers entwined.
Her breath escapes her lungs into mine.
Suddenly I feel heartfelt, confused , and right,
Is this the life I’ll take tonight?
Lady whose fingers are lovely and white,
I never want you out of my sight.
But the night whispers no, no, let her go.
“I will never ever let her go.”
The way the moonlight makes her glow,
Strawberry lips, I’ve yet to know.
And when she leans in with love to gloat,
I’ll take that token as I have taken most.
At last when you see her, behold this quote;
“If I get hungry I’ll feast on her throat”

Shamefulness upon shamefulness,
I am a lonely fool.
For I have lost what I adore,
Because of my wicked self-indulgence.
Let me tell you,
I am not pure.
But with the experience of life,
Came the postponed gift of learning.
Suddenly a mind is clustered,
And a family left so sad.
For everything they have worked for,
Has become contorted and they,
Deranged.
Oh, how the loneliness creeps like water,
Trickling slowly through veins that cry out.
“Abuser!”
And so they shall quit,
Like all great things do.
But this will not fix all the damage bestowed,
Since forgiveness has been forgotten,
And the forgotten are not forgiven.

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Billy Joel once stated “Only the good die young”. How true.