21 Years OldSo I was just a child21 Years Old by Rifle1980
And they said that this was ‘just a phase’
That lasted 20 years
And 364 days
Tomorrow will I switch
From an adolescence damaged mess
To a mature adult
Able to cope with all of this stress?
Or will I just remain
Embedded in my concrete routine
That’s waiting to be smashed
By my sledgehammer wielding dreams
Give me the key to the door
I will turn the knob fast
Clockwise to see the future
Back again to remain in the past
So I was just a child
And they said that this was just a phase
Melatonin helped me sleep
Right through this melancholic haze
But tomorrow I will wake
From an adolescent slumber
Shake off the shackles
That have only served to encumber
My free spirit, free will
And most importantly my feel mind
With a lifetime of whispers
My voice has been difficult to find
But I’ll take the key in hand
Clear my throat as I toss it away
Smash the door from the hinges
Now you’ll listen to what I have to say
Some Broken PeopleSome broken people can hurt you without thoughtSome Broken People by Rifle1980
But believe me when I say it’s not their fault
With an open wound as delicious as yours
It would be a shame not to rub in the salt
So why do you insist on shaking that girl
Do you like playing the martyr on your knees?
Acting like you’re a paragon of purity
Well today that purity feels ripe for disease
Some broken people cry not knowing what for
Have sympathy as they weren’t born with black hearts
Like you and I they have grey matter in their brain
But their thoughts are a great distance from dark
So why do you insist on hitting that girl
When she stopped feeling many blue moons ago?
A waste of energy, like her wasted breath
When she told you that her safe word was ‘no’
Some broken people lash out without warning
At those close to them that they hold most dear
Trying to fight away those armed with feelings
Yet at the same time wishing that they were near
So why do you insist on leaving that girl?
SalamIt was the pictures we had drawn as children.Salam by rockabells
They were haunted.
But we didn't know, I didn't even remember them until I saw them.
I finally understood it. All of it.
We kept them in our rooms. That was the reason why we went mad.
Halloween Oh HalloweenHalloween Oh Halloween by Undead-Academy
HALLOWEEN OH HALLOWEEN
ALL IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS
A NIGHT FILLED WITH FRIGHT AND SCREAMS
WITCHES CAST A SPELL
TO ENSURE THEIR SECRETS , YOU'LL NEVER TELL
GHOULS ROAM THE GRAVES FOR A FRESH CORPSE TO TAKE
KEEP AWAY FROM THE CEMETERY
OR THIS WILL BE THE LAST MISTAKE
YOU'LL EVER MAKE
A DIRE WARNING YOU DID NOT HEED
NOW IT'S YOU
WHO'LL BE THE DEAD'S HALLOWEEN FEAST ...
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