PuppetsWalking Puppets with riped seams,Puppets
clamber by without care. Within them lies their broken dreams, their doll eyes lifelessly stare.
Chatter pointlessly sways, like string hair in the breeze. The meaning easily portrayed, depending on how one sees.
Shades of white; shades of black, sweep low over the world. The Mirrors of Difference, crack, all becomes one dull swirl.
Whispering winds chuckle, deaf ears never hearing of before. All sense of originality, suckeld, and cast out into Nevermore.
Hollow footsteps litter marble,
Purging Your Wicked LiesJust as Alice fell through the looking glass, I too, plummet. Tumbling down and down this dark rabbit hole. Head crashing against your throne,Purging Your Wicked Lies
Miss Ana.
With clawed fingers of perfection, She tugs at me; throwing me to her feet. I want to weep, but suppress it. I asked for this...I asked for this. Oh, Miss Ana
On my bleeding knees, I kiss the hem of her porcelain robes, Fingers arching back,
To dip into my throat Please, Miss Ana
Rancid, putrid after taste, milky, chunky stew, pours from me like hell's rain, upon
Wonderless WonderlandWonderless WonderlandWonderless Wonderland
Life's crooked paths, and wicked games; Are riddles with secrets, and cards without names.
Deep in its center, this maze changes its path, and hiden within you, is your Cheshire's map.
Hear as he chuckles, hear as he cries, Listen, for the melody, though strong, can die.
Torment and solitude, silence and rage, all seemingly meaningless, yet help you engage.
Your traped inside witchcraft, Your held within song. Your eating and drinking, and ending up wrong.
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Sara and Victor sittin' in a tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-- -shot'd-
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"There was nothing in the dark that wasn't there when the lights were on." ~ Rod Sterling The Twilight Zone
-Wolf da Freak
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Okay, two things; One, your gay, two, we're straight.
~Wolf
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"horror has a face... and you must make a friend of horror"
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