No, I'm not a killer
No, I'm not crazy
Blind
Opened my eyes...
And I see black and white
Gray fog covers my thoughts
Opened my eyes...
And I see torture and pain
Love and Hate fill the drain
Closed my eyes...
Wish it would stop
Stop seeing everything I hate
Stop witnessing everything I fear
Stop realizing that I'm actually here
I opened my eyes one last time...
I'm blind
"Confession"
Open the bottle
One last time I follow
Drink the sorrow
Confess tomorrow
All the sins I've never considered
Scamper into my conscious
one last walk before it begins
Nervous shaking Apprehends
The problems fall into my thoughts are horrid
how could I tell about all the times I fell
The small box gets tighter
I finally release the secrets
They drain out of my mouth like fire from a lighter
Love.Fear.Kill
Once every night I knocked at his door
Every time I enjoy seeing him scared
This last time I will not be hiding
This last time he will be dying
One hard knock the light came shining
I took out my knife and began smiling
The floor beneath me starts tapping.
The door starts cracking
I thrust my knife into his stomach
One last time I see fear on his face
A warm sensation on my fingers gives me pleasure
I wish this moment would last forever
A light was shining
The next-door neighbors have found him dying
I quickly hide and looked
The fear in her eyes makes me hooked
I have found my next victim…
Riddlish Thing
Once every seven years
A blizzard breaks out and sends chills down peoples spines
White breaks out and 2 children cheer
Finally we will get to see him
We already know where
Yet, how are we to get there?
We will go on top of the roof
And wait by the chimney
Surely we will see him shimmy
The first child drops his toy
Down the chimney, it destroys
Hold my legs
And I will find it
Hold them a little tighter
Until I grab it
A soft sigh fallowed by
A loud scream
Makes the child scared
Hello?
Help me!
My legs are broken
he thought to himself
It was just mumbles to the young boy and he started to walk down the roof
Snap!
A wooden board broke and caved the house in.
All that was left was a chimney, a stake, a short girl, and a chubby boy.
And so Santa was born.
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