You were never to blame
For it was I who wrapped
myself around your finger
The warmth there pleased me
It was I who chose to eat
Off the palm of your hand
Everything tasted better there

In the company of darkness
Dreams float away unseen

In the company of darkness
Nightmares smile like a friend

In the company of darkness
Pain can be ignored

In the company of darkness
The world does not exist

In the company of darkness
I can feel you with me

Alone
In the company of darkness

Feathered head and weathered dreads,
no one comes out to play with me and my imaginary friends,
I promise were lots of fun,
we are we are,
I promise oh please,
come out and play with me,
were waiting to see,
we wait to see your fears,
and all your uncaught unsafe dreams,
fall right apart,
oh it'll be a blast, it'll be sweet,
this nightmare dream is totally neat!
don't be shy,
come eat a slice of america's mini apple pie,
but you're not allowed one bite,
until you come outside with me and my imaginary friends!
we can fake our deaths,
and rob our neighbors cars for cigarettes.
and if we see they don't have any left,
we will just borrow the money instead!
so why won't you come outside with me and my imaginary friends?
but first,
fly yourself on out the front door.
so we can destroy the world.
just you,
me
and my
imaginary friends.

Loves shadows and hates fire
Whisper softly my hearts desire
To a cold dead moon
As the old demons howl
The ground in terror will tremble and shake

A bloodless murderers hand
Into my steaming cauldron is thrown
Long toothed Blue bats wing from northern caves
Mixed with enchanted grave dust stolen from the fairy land

Out of my blue colored feather covered bag
A tiny sticky yellow red eyed frog
One shiny two horned pinching beetle
That will bite no more
Into the ***
Three long gray hairs from a rabid dog

I sing the song humans fear
The notes fall upon frightened ears
My words travel deadly and silently
A venomous arrow into the night
Laying upon my victim
A fine coverlet of blindness
By spell removing their sight

Loves shadows and hates fire
Whisper softly my hearts desire
To a cold black dead moon
As the old demons howl
The ground in terror will tremble and shake

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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby September 9,  2015.

He kept it in the fridge
On the top shelf
On a plastic plate
No care for health
Opening the door how he would smile
But if we looked in there
Or mouths would fill with bile

It's his most cherished part
Y'know when he stole her heart
And threw it in the drain
Hoping that the rain
Would wash away the stain

So he kept this part in his fridge
A kinda trophy like a kid
But only he looks at it
As he touches his ****

Remembering all the fights
Her screaming out into the night
For someone to help her now
While he slashed and cut
And screamed and howled

And so he looks into her eyes
The fridge light makes them shine
As he touches his prize of crime
And when he's all spent
The fridge door
Will close again