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DisappearWishing to disappear
never to existed in their mind
no reason to cheer
this is why I was designed
there's a cloud over me and its raining knives
all smiles are faked
no one hears his cry's
as he sits there shivers and shakes
doesn't even try to reach out because there's nothing there
only my own numb stare
no desire to fight the devils wrenches
would anyone notice if I could disappear
because Im starting to feel warm in these trenches
would they even shed a tear?
Sick of the acting
let me compost with the dirt
live????..... ill think Ill be passing
lets make sure this hurts
still wishing to disappear
lets seal this coffin with a drop of blood and a tear
Magic WandDragons fly through poison skies, their whispers in the wind
Ladybugs in black sandcastles, scratches on your skin
Hopscotch over quicksand, and a castle made of dirt
Shining silver crowns and dancing 'round in spinning skirts
Bloody, ruined princesses locked up in towers tall
Watching as the prince quickly begins to fall
Slowly, as the innocence does take her darling life
Please do watch now, as the magic wand becomes a knife...
On To Dead Little GirlsSpiders hang from threads made of shadows.
Blood dripping from his tongue,
Silence flooding the sky.
He’s pouring salt along open wounds,
Bandaging them with dust,
Disinfecting with poison.
Black roses on a coffin
For a small little girl
In a pale pink dress
And cuts along her
Frozen clocks begin to move
The sun has risen,
Early morning light
Shining brightly in the sky.
He walks to the graveyard,
Setting white daisies on
The little girl’s
Days go by,
And he sits there.
Tearing petals off the flowers,
And a butterfly lands on one daisy.
He crawls on his hands and knees,
Holes in his clothes,
Dirt on his fingers.
He tickles the butterfly
And treasures it until it dies.
For the best thing to do
Is rip off the wings of a butterfly…
And sew them onto dead little girls.
AsylumWho are you?
Where are you?
What... are you?
The blinding white walls
Closing in on you
Who are you?
Certainly not that
happy little girl
jumping through fairy tales
as a sunset paints the silver sky.
Where are you?
Definitely not where
you'd want to be.
What are you?
Blood, scars, wounds.
All you see are shadows
In a room of white walls...
EEnE, EdEdd, Spaghetti
He ate slowly, mindful of the drip of sauce as it ran from his fork and back onto the white plate. Ed watched the display carefully, as though he would be quizzed later on. For a moment, Double-D allowed him to, but swiftly found that the attention was bringing an un-necessary heat to his face and hands.
Gingerly, he let the fork rest against the plate's side, where it made only a small sound before laying still. "Ed? Is there anything I can get you?"
A good host ought to ask. But Ed said No, and the staring went on.
He coughed, and went to pick up the fork, but then hesitated. "Are you sure? You seem... intent about something."
"I am," Ed said quietly, as if he truly understood what Double-D meant. "Don't worry."
Double-D, inexplicably, flushed. He knew it was happening, because his head instantly dropped to avoid Ed's gaze, and his face felt far, far too hot. He looked at the hands in his lap, and they were a brilliant red color. Almost as red as the spaghetti sauce.
Briefly, the boy
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