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MeetingHe'll watch you sleep,
He'll watch you sigh,
He'll hear you breathe,
He'll see you cry.
He'll be in pain,
And he won't know why,
He'll stalk you still,
With you on his mind.
Your room is where he lingers now,
Thoughts race through his mind like why and how.
You wake and see that being there,
And all that you can do is stare.
He leans against your bed,
Laying his hands against his head,
Whispering words you could not hear,
Then he smiles ear to ear.
He looks to you,
With twinkling eyes,
"My names Jeff,
And the pleasure is all mine."
InsanityThey drank the blood, and made the pledge.
They drove their reason to the edge,
And when they fled out the back door
There was one less than fled before.
Every night they returned revived
And behind the walls madness thrived.
And every morn, at break of day
One less than before ran away.
Their numbers dwindled, and at last
When many tired nights had passed,
Only one stood under the sky.
He dressed in black, ready to die.
He turned the key and stepped inside,
And locked it, one last sin to hide.
He danced around the unlit halls
Past the gore dripping down the walls.
The sun was just behind the hill
When he took a knife, his blood to spill
And collapsed against the back door.
None were left to flee anymore.
Search in the NightDown the dark dismal highway they ride.
Their lights are sweeping from side to side,
Flickering through the hundreds of trees,
Past branches protesting in the breeze.
Into the shadows, beaming lights pry,
Piercing far sharper than human eye.
Deep in the forest, the searchlights stare
At the dark tales of nature laid bare.
Are they after some hidden crime?
A convict who wouldn’t do his time?
Some murderer, perhaps, ran away
To spill more blood before break of day.
Maybe a girl couldn’t stand her life
And took off into the woods with a knife.
A stranger was seen with her last night.
A coincidence? Who knows what’s right?
More could be thought, and some could be true.
Tomorrow it might be in the news -
The main details, but not the rest.
Some of the secrets cannot be guessed.
Once Upon a Timeonce upon a time in a place that never was, a dead man walked as the black cat talked.
once upon a time in a place that you never thought was there, some one is being mauled by a bear.
once upon a time in a book to bloody to write, he came upon a woman who wasn't too bright.
once upon a time in a time that never will be he said good bye and left her to die.
once upon a time in a place that you do not belong a little girl found a cottage where only the dead belonged.
once upon a time when no one cared a little girl died.
once upon a time theses fairy tails were meant for children,k but really they're really about death and evil things
paculiare cretures of wonderlandSuch strange bests who wander this land,
there unique and interesting.
I don't understand The Powers they hold,
its should be impossible.
The Whit Rabbit seams to lure them in
and always escape and never seams to be late.
I cornered him at the side of a Cliff then he pulled out his pocket watch
and dissipated, I waited an hour or two and he came back.
The Cheshire Cat seams to guide them
and always escapes always just out of my grasp.
He disappears into "The Mist" and travels there he says,
so I caught the mist and then The Cat could not escape in his world or mine.
The Hatter seams to push them,
and he always sees it coming and always finds a way out.
he simply is in a state of mind that lets him find them.
so i gave him something he could not see and he was trapped.
The Jabberwock seams to make seance,
and it always gets its meat and always feasts.
It simply has jaws that bite and claws that catch
so I used a blade that went snicker-snack and murdered the beast like I did the ot
Rubbit's TuneI'mma gonna kill me the whole blasted world,
As the trigger pulls, it'll be really good.
When they saw the blood. they all just hurled.
The ones that would love me if they just would.
I won't stop until they just care.
The kids today find me a scare.
But guess what I just found about?
That there was a different route.
The world that would not exist today
is all because of all they say.
I have to get back to work
so I'll just the happiest smirk.
And when you wake up in hell tonight,
your family will see it as the gruesomest sight.
Denisse The KillerEra un dia normal como todos los dias, era un dia nublado con fuertes vientos, pero nada era extraño para la pequeña Denisse Everday, ella era una joven niña de 13 años, de cabello negro largo hasta la cintura, ojos marrones de un tono muy hermoso,piel blanca pero tambien mezclada con un color canela, Denisse era una chica tipica conocida por donde vivia, era una joven alegre que no causaba ningun problema con nadie,en la escuela era una tipica estudiante que no tenia problemas con nadie, ella defendia a varios alumnos de sus agresores, pero ninguno de los agresores se llevaba con ella.Eran un bonito dia o como ella lo veia, le encataba los dias nublados, y frescos, era relajante y bueno para la mente, como ella decia, pero algo para ella no estaba bien, ella queria tener una vida un poco mas, llena de accion y esas cosas, siempre era lo mismo para ella, levantarse, ir a la escuela, tener la tarde libre para jugar o leer, y dormir, todo era aburrido para ella y no e
Your Beginning With JeffHe'll watch you sleep,
He'll watch you sigh,
He'll hear you breathe,
And see you cry.
He'll plot against your every move,
Deciding what he should do.
He'll sharpen his knife,
And polish his tools,
While thinking the thought of murdering you.
He'll sneak in your room,
And creep by your bed,
Staring at your pretty little head.
You beauty will shock him,
He will be stunned,
And he will realize,
"I cannot kill her,
She is the one."
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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