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I silently sit Slipping off to slumber My old foes Come out to play Anxiety is the first to arrive With his rude breath and sinister bite He snarls in my ear “The future is so close Where will it lead you?” He has the smell of promises deprived Of all that could be But of all that could be taken away And then arrives fear Anxiety’s nasty brother Let me elevate your heart rate, dear Let me enter your body Let me take control of you Let me strip you of all you’re worth He slithers in to my soul and I grip my sheets His claws scratch at my hips. They tear and bleed. Rejection rapidly arrives He taunts “Who could

Jokes about taboo topics don't amuse her Ruby red lips and a killer body But she's dying        And she sees the world in black and white And no one understands why she cries at night      And she doesn't know. So she picks up the bottle and she picks up the knife And she lets him inside of her because she just wants to feel loved         And love leaves bruises and scars on her body And she doesn't care because she just wants to feel alive and free       But how does being handcuffed to a bed make anyon

Songs of love and loss Sailing through the night Slowly reaching out Sweet notes fill the air So much more than just a melody Seas of emotion Sing to me

Death the victor? Blood running red Pain without an end Evil corrupts the world. Thorns pushed deep Tears spilling over Lamb so innocent Slain without sin. Forgivness for all Light into the dark Beauty for the broken Redemptioin for the disgraced. Death defied Blood paying the price Pain nonexistent in his presence Evil defeated. Savior.

If I were in charge of the world There would be no hunger No one would starve for anything Whether it be love, or replenishment If I were in charge of the world There would be no heartbreak Everyone would have someone to love And everyone would have someone who loved them If I were in charge of the world There would be no war Only people who love each other And everyone would be equal If I were in charge of the world There would be no death The only tears cried would be those of happiness And grief would not exist If I were in charge of the world

Sitting by my open window Looking out at the big world The cold wind blowing against my skin As I stare at the star covered sky My fears hanging in the air around me The weight of the world pressing down hard on my shoulders When did it get there? It never used to be this heavy An open photo album on the floor Pictures of my parents holding a little girl She looks so happy Like she doesn't have a care in the world I remember her sitting in this room playing with her dolls My mother telling her stories about a magical land A place where you never had to grow up A place where you could stay little forever Sitting by my open wi