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Scarfaced stripper
hungup her crackpipe & glitter.
Cashcow kielbasa kisser,
now frigid as a widder.

Of her all a giver like her **** was the Gipper,
but now she's living in her slippers, vaping w/ the vicar.
For up to his moniker, who was the liver?
Jack the Willywhipper! Really willywhipped her.

Smellin' salts you better get sniffin
- you been the victim of a serious willywhippin'!
Anyone get the number of that big rig?
By a serious ***** she been whipped.

Phantopera masque
wrap the willywhiplash,
but marked **** w/ a heart
met her Mr.Darcy in the dark.

Seemed a nice fella, neglected to tell her
alter ego expeller were Jekyll's enema.
Hyde-helicockter of her beauty robbed her;
Mr. Darcy's whopper really Jack the Willywhipper's!
Vida Crow Dec 2016
Pocket full of iron,
Pull silver from my throat

Iodine stained grin
Tip back nickel and tin

(Is that the taste of blood or pennies in my mouth?)
Sorry, chemistry on the brain
Mikayla Shaw Apr 2014
I can sense your harsh glare
As I descend the stairs
The room is full to the brim
But your seemingly placid face is all too grim
An eerie silence chills me to the bone
Though I am anything but alone
My eyes follow you slink through the crowd
The choir voices echo loud
Now here you are, offering me a gloved hand
Which I accept upon your demand
I know not who you are
Only that you travelled from afar
With all the guests in black and white,
Basking in the glow of the chandelier light
My crimson dress is much too brazen
For this joyous occasion
You pull me ever so slightly, begging me to chase
Under the mask, I do now recall your face
My mother flirted with you many a year
Unlike many, not succumbing to fear
You lead me down a windy stair case
Making each move with elegance and grace
Deeper and deeper into darkness we descend
How strange this is how I should meet my end
It is not as I had dreamed
Without any wicked schemes
Gentle, kind, and wise
Compassion lies in those soulful eyes
You wipe away my single tear
Though I do not cry from fear,
Instead from the strange misleadings
Of those poor gents up above pleading
‘Do not take me, this I pray’
But on this warm midsummer’s day
I learned the truth about you
Nothing they say is true
You are not cruel, are not devious
Not a thing about you is mischievous
I know who you are, yet I am unafraid
Though I am much too young for this, never would I evade
Your sweet embrace
Death’s sweet embrace
Erin Hankemeier Apr 2014
Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defences...

Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour.
Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender.
Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
Turn your face away from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the music of the night...

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live as you've never lived before.

Softly, deftly, music shall caress you.
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you.
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which you know you cannot fight
the darkness of the music of the night.

Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world!
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!
Let your soul take you where you long to be!
Only then can you belong to me.

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in,
To the harmony which dreams alone can write,
The power of the music of the night!

You alone can make my song take flight,
Help me make the music of the night.
Music Of The Night from Phantom Of The Opera is an extremely mesmerizing piece. Everybody has their own perspective of this song, but to me, the singer is feeling immense love for another person. He sings about sensations, imagination, splendors, tenderness, fantasies, a new world, harmony. He asks his love to help him make music of the night.
Everybody has their own perspective of this song, but I believe this song is an immensely exquisite piece that everybody should feel in their soul.

If you want to listen to it, look on Youtube. I, personally, believe the best version is by Andrew Lloyd Webber.

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