The creepy crawlies hide themselves away To find those cozy throats, a place to stay Do not run, their shrieks will pull you in They will find a way under your skin Just take the suicide, embrace your death And enjoy your last meal of crystal meth
How did you end up here, sister? I was raped, popped like a blister I screamed and wept like a little bitch Stuck a needle, developed the "twitch" It eased the pain of my suffering My ears, noise, what are they uttering? Have I deafened myself and deepened my grave? Or is it a trick, ah, this high brings a wave Releasing tension... Reaching ascension...
Trembling and sweating in deep fear The ice in my vein like a spear My words melt into putrid bugs I vomit my blood as crawling slugs Noticing the terrible drugs Washing me away Killing me today
The moon is singing it's sorrowful tune As the town of Crescent Ville shall know soon Of the great, deadly wolves coming nearby Munching, then "pounce!" on anyone to die Oh poor Crescent Ville, how forsaken Just a hero's job to be taken And away in the stormy night There comes a guardian of light That can pull the beasties under Taking their lives for their blunder
Red and red their blood ran Slaughtered by a quiet man Who licks his blade off liquid death A reminder of their last breath He, who is their savior, smiles At the sight of the body piles But no, his heart did not stop When he heard the bodies drop
The pearl eyes of offspring Watch his glare, crimson eye ring Growing thick with anger and bliss Seals the deal with a blowing kiss Off into the darkness, he prowls Calm, and striking as hunting owls
One final and last message he sets free "Please grip your children tight For evil can conquer right" Once done, he goes, having answered their plea
Demonic fowl arching over the village Careful not to leak brilliance as spillage For the devils in the sky spread darkness Decaying of plants, and a spoiled mess A lack of nutrients and proper health The slayer of the skies dashes from stealth
He takes a large breath of air Whilst inflating his dead glare And screams, the mother of battle cries Their thief magic, falling to demise One by one, the falcons plummet Down and down, to the hero's summit Where he protects the great land of plain From evils created, he has slain
But do not let your guard drop For falcons may scar your crop And leave you dying for missing flora None remaining, but their remnant aura Of raping you of your will To grow, swooping yours to kill Just to fill their fat, empty stomachs In time, you will burn their candle wicks
Their time is coming, do not worry Their time is dying, they'll be sorry
I swear... Things just keep getting worse. I am no longer safe when I sleep. I am no longer safe from misery in my dreams. I cannot "unwind" from the world if my heart keeps getting battered at night, when I am unconscious and unable to be free. I just keep getting sucked back into depressing memories. Fuck me.
Here was my dream I had... A half hour ago. Yeah, I just woke up right now.
Dream 1
The most vivd dream I had was... well, in my house. I was sitting on my couch, and all of a sudden, Mr.Schmidt comes into my living room. He says, "Man, those love birds outside really have to stop, you know?" I'm not so sure if that is exactly it, but I know 100% that the words "love birds" and "outside" were included. I went to look outside, and right there, on my fucking lawn, a person I used to be in love with (still going through a heartache, when I was SO FUCKING CLOSE TO GETTING OVER IT) making out with someone I knew from one of my classes. I turn away, and look back, I see them running into my house and trying to put their clothes on. Wow. So after being devastated by this, I sent myself back into my room to sit and think. Little did I know Mr. Schmidt comes into my room and tells me to stop being so damn depressed. He leaves, a "love bird" comes into my room. The one I used to be in love with. She just stands there, by the doorway, fiddling with her fingers. What was in her hands was a weed stem. Like, marijuana. Only, the real "love bird" in real life hates drugs. Ironic. For some reason, I grab a bong from out of nowhere and hide it near my closet. Mr. Fraser is sitting beside me on my bed. I don't even know.
Dream 2
I'm sleeping in my dream, by the way. As I grumble and get out of bed, I realize the clock says 3 PM. I jump out of bed and head for the living room. My mom tells me to read some kind of form. It was basically about something we bought, except drawings and children's cartoons were written all over it. I get really confused after a few minutes of reading, then I close my eyes.
The next time I open my eyes, I am in my bed again. I looked at my alarm clock, it read 3:50 PM. I get really really confused by this, so I go to the bathroom to take a piss. When I'm pissing, I close my eyes again.
When I open my eyes, I am in my bed again.
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