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If death knocked on my door todayIf death knocked on my door today
I would offer it tea and cookies.
If death knocked on my door tonight
I would allow it to sleep close to the light.
If death knocked on my doors at noon
I would tell it to get the cow
If death knocked on my door too soon
I would give it a spanking then a bow
If Death knocked on my doors right now
I would take its hand and go away
Not to return back to life
Letting death lead the way
Little sisterMy sister dear
Look at me
You have nothing to fear
Together we will always be
Our brothers may fight
our sisters may scream
But as long as we don't lose sight
We can fight as a team
My heart is broken
Because of this fight
But you are still strong
Because we fight for what is right
Secret up and downIt was a secret
No one knew
Not even we, who found it.
Secret of heaven
Secret of hell
Secret hid on earth
It was alone
We found it
We took it
We made it our own
We didn't know
It was a child from heaven
And down below
Angel Winged DemonWhen I die
I will earn my wings
As an angel or not
When I'm gone
I will fly
As a devil or not
But if I´m an angel
And you Satan in hell
Don't expect me
To come and sin
But if I´m a demon
And you god in heaven
Don't expect me
To beg for forgiveness
Don't cryYou have the smile
To rival the sun
To describe your laugh
Mere words are not enough
When your eyes are filled with wonder
They are bright like the moon
I never want to leave you
It would always happen too soon.
I have seen your tears
When you were sad
They fell like glittering gems.
But you are more beautiful when you are glad
You are my life and my soul
My heart beats only for thee
So don’t cry
Please don’t cry
FacelessBeware of mirrors
on the darkest night
It's the faceless ghost
that wants your light
She roams the halls
she attacks your dreams
she drains your heart
she rips your gleam
she wears Victorian
her short hair is shame
it was cut by bullies
she payed them with her game
Married a spirit
gave up her soul
just to make them pay
those who played her with foul
LullabyPut down your toys
My lovely child
Day is over
so rest your mind
You are safe, you are sound
So sleep as the world goes around
Be not afraid, I am with you
Be assured I love you too
The moon is shining above your head
Sleep my child, rest your gleam
Sleep my child
Night GirlLittle girl, five years old
She has only lived for so long
Yet her eyes have gotten cold
And she murmurs this little song
'Sleep my mother
The night has come
I killed my brother
She hides in the light
Her eyes so close to gray
She sneaks in the night
And hunts down her pray
MomI still feel your hand
Patting my head
I dream when you are near
Thinking of what you said
You love me very much
And I really like you too
Your smile drives away my worries
Hugs are the best when they are from you
When I have a nightmare
You come to me
Saying it is alright
Singing me back to sleep
“Mom, i love you”
“I love you too my child”
I gave her a hug
She patted me and smiled
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
Skin.I love the way life leaves its mark on our bodies.
Every laugh and smile etched in the crinkles around your eyes and mouth;
Those tan-lines the time you forgot about sunscreen
Because you were so hell-bent on reaching that mountain peak
Or when you just became lost in the gentle lap of waves at the shore;
The scars you got skateboarding in the park at summer dusk
Or when life became pain and it was your only release.
Our bodies are a record of our memories and experiences
They are our travel journals and emotional diaries
Our delicate armour to the elements.
And no matter its colour, its stature, if it's not quite intact
If you sometimes think it takes up too much space, or if it has pointy corners
Your body is the vessel for your soul, and every wonderful facet of who you are
Sparkles from the surface of your skin.
Skin that may grow to be wrinkled, tanned, scarred, well lived-in
Although not always embraced by you the way that others embrace it.
Take the time to explore the s
The scarsLife hurts us
It causes us to bleed
Time can heal the wounds
And stop the pain
But the scars remain
For the rest of our lives....
the only letter I've ever wanted to burni.
if you want to give someone the silent treatment,
the first step is shutting up.
things made much more sense
when I was younger.
I thought there was one path,
each choice a stepping stone upon it.
in reality there are a million roads
intertwined like rope.
I got lost
I chose you.
promises are easily broken.
I knew that,
but it still hurt
spending friday night
shivering in the rain,
choking on cannabis perfume
in a dirt parking lot
your face never graced.
and I hoped against hope
you might appear,
but I wasted my wishing
on ungrateful you.
you died before taking your first breath.
I took a chance
and I should've known better.
you can give somebody all you have
and nothing can stop them from
throwing it away.
you've made this bed,
now lie in it.
you slit this suture,
you're the goddamn reason
I gave up on the month of april,
and soon enough you'll fall on your own blade
like some drunken samurai.
if you want
things i don't rememberi.
what you sounded like
as my ears were forming
what dreams or secrets
you confided in me
what pressures sunk
your proud shoulders
or the first time
i caused you
where i was when i decided
that your footsteps
should be followed
that your ideals
should be made my own
on my body
as i learned the world's ways
do not align
with our hopes
when i first
how my feet dangled
every time i wasn't strong enough and
how you made the world
how you were
figuring it all out
thought that life
To the BeautifulYou say we're beautiful,
Us who have been bullied...
But where were you while it was happening?
-I was watching-
You who say "This has to stop!",
There needs to be an end to this...
What are you doing to stop it?
-I did nothing-
It's too late now...
-I failed you-
of me and youthe day you stopped touching me was the day i
stopped speaking to myself. and the silence nearly killed me
LuckyYou talk like you always have a grain of salt,
to throw over your shoulder.
Every word is that hard cheese,
and they swing those whimsical wishbones much like carousels.
You're wasted on your self-image,
staggering down with rigorousness you don't own.
They're taking that steed and throwing horseshoes,
as if one of them might ring 'round your neck;
and save you from yourself.
You'll need a necropolis filled with pennies to barter,
and we won't lend a cent to save your sorry soul.
Your demons count clovers to kiss you,
gluing that fourth leaf to camouflage the truth.
They'd promise you an elephant to watch you die,
sucking sevens to keep you from entering Heaven.
And you can sing your superstitions into space,
but it's dead and empty.
Somewhat like the hollow shell you lounge in,
as the charms make you see spirits.
You say somewhere there's a rabbit dying to give its foot in your favor...
...but don't bet on it unless you can see that whites of its eyes.
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