The ****** walls of the room,
Were the brightest of them all.

Breathe in and slowly out,
Were the whispers outside the walls.

Never eyes to eye with the devil,
Always glue them to the floor.

Do as you’re told,
Was the sweet simple rule.

No back talks or loose tounges,
He knew how to deal with them all.

Never eyes to eye with the devil,
Always glue them to the floor.

Sweet lullaby from the hall,
Was the only soothing sound through the walls.

Never speak nor move,
Oh dear, how simple were the rules.

The ****** walls of the room,
Were the brightest of them all.******

Enjoying the very moment of peace
Suddenly something shatters inside you
Blood splashes to the glassy walls of your comfort.
Nothing looks peaceful anymore, huh?

The Cost…by Jessie 2/07

As I stood on the hill surveying
The blackened aftermath
I peered with the eye of an eagle
For life, to cross my path
Many hours I stood there waiting
My rifle tucked under my chin
The sun in the sky, began falling
And realization rolled in with the wind
Nothing was moving
Because nothing was left
Destruction had taken them all
It seemed I was the only one standing
So I allowed my rifle to fall
I gazed to the north
Then back to the south
Not sure, which way I should go
Feeling faint, I dropped to my knees
From the wound in my side, the blood flowed
With shallow breath and cold setting in
I asked myself… what was the cost?
The only thing gained on this ****** day
Was fathers and son were all lost

I write,

not with a keyboard or
even an old-fashioned typewriter;
but with a quill
dipped in my blood.

What a lovely shade crimson is,
against rice-white paper.

Gonna tell you the story of dark
That scary her dark shadow in the park
Al birds move out after twilight
Still someone whisper in night
Encounter at front of the mirror
Her crimson face make it horror
I got dare, do ****** Mary thing
Candle flickered, evil shadow wings
I turned back with my shaky steps
Candle blew off, darkness come ahead
I shout and ran on the dark coridor
A heavy breath behind, still no one's there
No else taking breath in air
Still someone walking on stairs
Suddenly a burned face come across me
Whispering my name and grinned on me
I ran and hide in the room
Scared so much wanna get rid from doom
She cut my heart n trapped me in mirror
That scary shadow killed me with scissor
My girlfriend suddenly came with gloom
Mournlly cried to see me dead in the room
Sudden she heard a voice of crying
She turned her face, a dark shadow flying
The dark face killed the love of mine
devil shadow grinning front of our sight
At the end sun rised with its shine
Evil shade vanished in the light
She could killed her with her own actions
she couldn't able to killed our connection

Hold that thought
Until you're hands are ******, broken
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Maybe
(Its not)
but maybe It could be
(*******)
Winning on the golden ticket

Ok, there's no real chance
(no ****)

I swear to god
(Get ******* through it)
I dealt out my pain
From past experience
(***** please)

I mean it
(you can't be serious)

There's a broader gate
Whats the reason?
(I'm glad they segregate)
Pad locked grave gate
(You're a rip off and you know it)

Throw the game to save some face
(Better hide, you'd better run)
Coughing mad hatter fits
(Living sub-par is ignorant bliss)

I miss the days of old
(funny ****)

Barely out the womb
Already wounded
Foray into the fray
Has left me confused
Malnourished and blue
In the face

And yet this constant fear
Of disgrace
(You're ******* fake)

(Fake as ****, I swear I know it
So psychotic and psychotropic
Spend your waking moments hiding
And every other in imaginary topics)

Making do with slave wages
Striking out on all these pages
Jesus left me feeling blind
Contained within these broken places

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They say reading is good for you
They say a lot of ****

Children come and children go,
They grow, they live, they die.
Backflip off that net of death and
Think you’ve done them right.
Until their ****** suicide
Keeps you up at night.
And when you close your eyes you see
The mess they left behind.

Not the creaking, stretching rope—
The noose that hung them tight
But the gleam of dying light
From their glassy eyes.
And if you said to me today
That you regret it all
What would you say when I, someday,
Will live, will die, will fall?

My simple answer, darling dear,
Is that you must let go.
As hard as it may be to you,
It’s what’s already known.
We get sick, we wilt, we die,
It’s all a part of life
Just don’t be that sorry thing;
That mess I left behind.