If I could say to you, one,
what would that one be?
One heart for that true one,
or one brain to think for that one?

If I could say to you, two,
what would that two be?
Two eyes for that true one,
or two ears to hear for that one?

If I could say to you, three,
what would that three be?
Three years between that true one,
or three long years of waiting for that one?

Minds of worlds crash and spin,
distorting the believe of truth.
Right is Left to the wrong of choice,
depicting the hieroglyphics of fate.
A spider is wrong, yet the fire is right,
turn the gun, and choose, left or right?

I feel so small amongst the trees,
they push and **** me through the leaves.
I feel so free that I fly to my home,
only to find the tree grow there

At last the summer sun had disappeared, brining darkness.
The rats could sense excitement in the air amongst the cold hearts,
Rushing to their hiding place under the sewers for safety.
Moving beyond the shadows for the first time in hours
Soothed the stressed feeder, breathing in the cool air.
A different smell lingered in the air this night, a sweeter smell,
One of roses and blood; the next feast for his parched lips.
Silently he strode, out into the night-time fever,
Prowling amidst his prey, seeking the weakest out.
At last he spots her, walking under a empty streetlight,
Swaying with the flow of the blood round her veins.
The tight red corset brought forth the lustful hunger within him,
Threading its evil through the darkness of his black, bloodless soul.
One swift movement brought him into her grasp, clutching at her,
Embracing the warmth of the living kind, chocking her lifeless.
The piercing knifes sliced the bloodstream; flowed freely out,
Into the dying human, cursed forever to be the nightmare.
A shout is heard. Turning, quickly fleeing, he fly’s of into the dark,
Leaving the body to fall under the red moonlight

The frozen ground quaked underneath the children’s feet as they dashed, house to house, gulping in the freezing air as they brought cheer to those who had none. They stood in a gathered clump, shivering in their boots, singing out their love and joy for the season to the men and women who only think of the money. They spread the love of joy of true spirit through their harmonious song, lighting the darkened cloud which filled their political hearts.

A smile, ever so slowly, creeps over their faces, melting away the winter blues to the true meaning of Christmas. The family watched the younger ones, being jollier than St Nicholas themselves, laughing at the funny faces Dad’s pulling, or stuffing their faces with Mum’s cooking. And when that fateful night comes near, the fire is lit, the TV turned off, and warm cups of hot chocolate lie empty. The time has finally arrived for family-time, a moment to forget the troubles of the world, the current financial crisis, or complain that you’re missing Coronation Street and The Bill, as time spent with the people you love at Christmas, is the most important time in the whole world.

Only the strongest could crack it, but even the weakest of minds could succedd too.
One turn was all it took- to open a door that should be locked; to hold a secret.
Cold and hard, paired with that of only one to match.This could be copied, for good or evil.
Always there when you wish they werent, even the papaerclip never works no more.
All are fallen by it, only the strongest force through.
The weakest of strength are the strongest in mind, could break through after some tweeking.
Secrets are hidden behind it, the things you arent suppost to see.
WHAT AM I LOOKING AT?
YOU DECIDE

One of these days I will endulge in the delight
that only the sweetest dare to sample.
The soft texture of the sponge,
springy to the touch, layer upon layer.
The sweet smell of the strawberry filling the nostrels,
warming the tastebuds to the point of explosion.
The creamy filling lingers in the middle,
complimenting each beautifully, a delight to eat.
But yet I will never indulge in that special delicasy,
as my lips never open to the word 'cake'