Fears

Morning sun, you shine the light of a long lost child, And through these nights I wander. Little one who has run away from the tears of the day, Tonight you shall feel some comfort. But I fear that I won't be right here, That I won't be able to take you from this wreakage here, I'm bonded by tears and broken by my fears there is nothing left to do here anymore.

Souls

Ode

Father Lucifer, what were you thinking last night? How are the souls that you tore from people last night? Father oh dear father what are you looking for? Could it be the poor little soul sitting at our door. Oh, you're searching for a soul that you can never own, Oh father Lucifer when will you ever learn?

This is for you little girl with your blonde pigtails. You can act like a dear Saint, Maybe,  Saint Teresa. Yet in the end, you'll  turn out to be nothing. Oh in the end you'll crying yourself to sleep. In the end the world will keep turning. But in the end you'll be forgotten. This is for the little boys that think there Ceaser. Dressing up and pretending they own the world. Swearing and cursing, making everyone bow down to you. Even though your falling pants tumble before you. Oh in the end you'll achieve nothing In the end the past will forget you. Oh in the end the world will still turn. But you'll left behind alone in your own little  wolrd.

Anger

Past Lives

I don't really give a damn what anybody think. Nobody asked you to come here or read my silly things. If you have an opinion just keep it to yourself. I tired of hearing people belly ache about things they know nothing about. I'm not going to take  anymore crap from anybody or anything. I'm not going to change myself, to become who you think I should be! I'm not going too change  my views to make my 'type' happy. I'm not going to take sides in racial wars. People will just have to accept who I am and what I do or just go and leave me alone.

You were nothing but a New York City Whore, Living in the big boys kind of world. Drinking  shots of stinging warm liquid, You're no longer the innocent type of person anymore. For you see you died a long time ago. No one knows where you went or what you did and nobody cares anymore either. Deep inside you used to cry for help. But you know you can  never escape the life you have embraced. You were nothing but a New City girl, dressed up in jewels, sparkling from head to toe. Then you grew too old to wear those scantty things. You realized that you're alone and nobody really cares.

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With two lights on and a bottle of beer, How  you wait for those sad little tears. With no worries and no regrets, A simple flick and then we're undressed. If I were a queen, high upon my throne, would you love me like the child I once were? And if I was sweet like the juices of a plum would you hold like you used when we were young?