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There was a girl known as Little Red,
She was chased by a big bad wolf,
But now he's dead.
He stalked and taunted,
She was his prey.
Little did he know,
It was too late.
As she spun around,
Her teeth were bared,
The Big Bad Wolf got scared.
The infection had spread,
Now Little Red,
Is among the undead.
The keeper of souls,
He'll steal your heart, cold.
You better run, you better hide.
He's waiting in the night to steal you.
He'll snatch you up,
And make you his.
He's the keeper of dreams,
Ripping you apart at your seams.
Scream all you want,
No one will hear you.
Your innocence is gone.
You won't have long.
He'll steal your eyes,
He'll break your bones.
He's gonna get you, my sweet.
He'll take your pride.
Run and hide.
Hurry, here he comes!
He can see through the darkness,
He can hear your beating heart.
Pounding in your chest,
You're giving yourself away.
He can taste your fear,
He can feel your pain.
He's the keeper of souls,
Ain't got a heart of gold.
He's cold, cold, cold!
Sleep tight, my sweet, he's waiting for sleep to overwhelm you.
But, babe, don't worry.
It'll be alright.
The Boogeyman won't get you tonight.
He'll wait 'til all Hallows night.
A Trophy Father's Trophy Daughter"Daddy am I pretty?" The girl thought aloud.
She beamed as her dad took her hand and twirled her around. Her tiny pink dress spun with her, poofing out on the side, with a bow tied to her back. She was in fact beautiful.
"Of course, baby girl." He smiled back.
She hugged her dad and he hugged her back. They shared this moment together, just loving each others presence.
The little girl stared up at her loving father, his brown eyes crinkling at the sides with another smile.
The girl felt special, as always. She knew she was his favorite little girl.
He was her hero. The perfect man.
Then the girl closed her eyes, only to open them and see that she was, in fact, not standing with her father.
Or wearing a poofy pink dress, for that matter.
For, she sat with her legs crossed, and her eyes staring back at her in the smudge mirror that hung from her closet door.
It was all just a daydream that came to her often.
Her and her father, happy.
But, he was never happy.
Her father was never even ar
Bittersweet Truth - lyrics by me
If you were risking everything you've fought for,
what would you miss when you've gained what you've won?
Would you fight for your life?
Lose for the sake of love?
You are the only one in control of your fate,
yet you've become so tired of everyday hate.
Built up for so long,
you finally can't take no more!
This is what you've been waiting for!
What is the cost of a loss?
Your life and soul?
Living out your life from a hole?
This is my hell,
I wish you well, I wish you well!
I've done so much for you, so long.
What have I gotten in return?
Shit. I'd take it,
But I'd turn around and curse you through my teeth.
Have a nice life living on your own.
Fuck your petty words!
I'm going on with my life; my strife.
What is the cost of a loss?
Your life and your soul?
Living out your life from a cold, dark fucking hole?
Was is this life about?
Why waste it on trying to get a rise out of someone who could've give two shits about what you have to say?
While you try and stand tall,
I'll be on my
What is it?
What is it about your broken smile?
The crimson scars?
Your broken heart?
To me, you shine.
Yet you don't seem to notice.
I love how you make me strong,
Because you're strong too.
We make the perfect two.
You're my super hero,
Coming in to save my day.
You've fixed a broken girl,
Picked her up,
Wiped away her tears.
You've shown me that there's nothing to fear,
As long as you're by my side, that is.
We'll run away from our pasts.
Together, this happiness will last.
You're beautiful, you know?
Did I mention that,
But, what is it about you,
That takes my pain away?
Then I lost It All...++ Clenching the brightly colored flowers in my grasp, I slowly climbed the steps to the door. I reached out, my hand lingering on the golden knob. I took a deep breath, exhaled and pulled the door open.
A weak gust of wind swirled my hair behind my shoulders. I peered inside, gulping back against the lump in my throat. I saw several mourners shift awkwardly in the pews to glance back at me.
Stepping forward, I let the door shut behind me with a long creak.
My eyes switched to Regina, a familiar face standing off to the side. She had a Kleenex gripped tight in her hand, she snuffled and forced a smile, gesturing for me to make my way over to where he stood.
"Hey, honey." She managed to utter.
I knew Regina like she was my second mom. She treated me like a daughter.
"Hi," Was all I was able to make out without bursting into tears.
"You want to see her?"
I swallowed hard, my breath catching in my throat. I felt myself nod.
She took my hand gently, but fir
Band Logo Design - Need help!I need help with a band logo design for a punk/rock type band. Any kind of help would be much appreciated.
I would have posted this in a journal, but I wouldn't have gotten any views with that. And also, I had no idea what category to put this under, so ignore the random category.
Just comment below if you're interested in helping. Thank you.
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