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the man i used to loveHe killed me very slowlythe man i used to love by crazynoodle22
he laughed as my soul was bled.
He cut me very deeply
He tied my wrists above my head.
And as i stood there binded
As i lost hope within my heart
he dug his blade across me
Its there he let the torture start.
he carved his name upon me
He left his mark in blood
He wrenched the tears from inside me
And so began the flood.
He drowned me in my sadness
and as he held me under i prayed for death
As i kicked he just pushed harder
i expected nothing less.
so in pieces as i lay there
i prayed for God above
to Save me from my demon-
The man i used to love.
moving onDont grasp in the darkness and be blind in the lightmoving on by crazynoodle22
or tell me i'm wrong when you know that i'm right.
dont you put on a bandaid and play make believe.
dont you ignore that i bruise and pretend i dont bleed.
Dont you dare push when you know that i'm tired
Dont demand the truth just assuming i've lied.
dont be the fuel just to provoke the fire
dont be the fan just to make me the lighter.
dont be the omen outside of my door
dont make me jump, i wont live through the fall.
Dont give me the lecture, just dont say a word.
and i will feign ignorance, and pretend im not hurt
Our IssuesYour heart grew up in a black wooden boxOur Issues by YvesMB
and thought it fabulous,
its world of
and eternal night.
It hated me when I bored the hole
that let the sun singe its eyes, cook its skin,
when rain collected the dirt on its skin
in a puddle beneath its feet and said:
"look how dirty you are, foul thing."
It hated and
box it finds.
I kicked it
out of its hiding place.
It ran out howling, hating and being
hated by everything: pigeons swerved to on it
wasps went kamikaze on it, black widow spiders
s in its ear while it slept, wild
horses made love to its rear,
trees lashed it, roses
turned their scent away, woodpeckers
pecked at its
Funeral for LullabyRock-a-bye baby, under a rockFuneral for Lullaby by Felixavier
Hidden away from old Father Clock
When the ground breaks, the baby will cry
An arm for an arm and an eye for an eye
So shear all your sheep and say your goodbyes
With bitter repugnance and little white lies
We're going to grandma's to sell her our souls
And turn in our paycheck of blank porridge bowls
Now gather your bricks and your sticks and your straw
Your welcome is void and it comes to a draw
So ladies and gentlemen, don your wolf clothes
And please face the moon now in neat filed rows
The woodsman is coming with hardly a sound
And baby's still sleeping 6 feet in the ground