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Military Suicide.We've got our marching orders
Defenders of our home and our pride,
We've crossed too many borders
Never knowing when or where to hide.
Another flag draped over a coffin
another soldier is dead,
and the price of this bullet
is another hole in the head.
Another fail attack
Now there's no turning back,
Take away this pain
And forever make our hearts beat brave
For we have committed
Another military suicide.
I Love You TooLove fills my heart as soon as I hear
Those words that I feel are so scarcely deer,
They make me feel right
But when I smile
I wish they would come to me
And that they would flow into my ear,
Every time you say them
I lose a little bit
Of my loveless fear.
I now know the wonderful feeling
Of a true and brave saying
I love you,
And I know now I can finally say to you
That I love you too,
Something I wish
I could have said before.
Winter Burial.Summer is over and my mind is at peace
So I walk outside with a drag of my feet,
A dust cloud twirls along this desolate road
And this winter story has been written in snow.
The wind is howling and my fingers shake
Snow hits my face while my cold body quakes,
The cold is starting to feel so nice,
Yet I fear that I'm turning to ice.
I stand in this darkened road
As I watch it turn white,
I become buried in snow,
But I will soon break through
At the end of the night.
The Cask Of Amontillado II "So here I sit, explaining to you my nature. I caused the twisted fate of a man, and it was never heard of until today. It has been fifty years since Fortunado's mistake, and I will never let the nightmares wake." I wasn't sure if I was in the right by telling this to my deer friend Latimere. He did not look scared and he did not look week, but what he did show, showed he was hurt.
"Why would you do that? You knew it was wrong, and you kept it a secret, for oh so long." He did not look happy. He in fact, looked furious. Him and Fortunado knew each other from their days in school.
"I'm sorry I told you, will you still be my friend? Or will you be like Fortunado, and have a frightening end?" I said seriously
"I will not speak with you henceforth, for you have lost my trust, and if you feel the need to kill, go away, and take your lust." He said with a brief burst of anger. He left the room immediate
A Nightmare Just For You.Moan from the pain all you want
It's just going to make me want to taunt,
The blade stings your wrists as I glide it across
Letting it cut deeper and becoming lost.
It feels like I am slowly skinning you
And it feels so good to know,
That you are not able to comprehend a thing
But you sure as hell aren't enjoying the show.
As this blade reaches its destination,
You squint your eyes and hope that soon
This will all be over and that you will wake
From this terrible abomination
A nightmare made for you
One of which you will never wake.
Go Forth And KillGo forth into the dark
And never return without a bloodlust,
For if you decide to come home a saint
I will rip out your heart and begin to paint.
I'll cover the walls with your blood
And I will drench the floor with tears,
Why couldn't you have spilled the blood,
Of the ones who have lived too many years.
I sent you to be ruthless to all of the innocent
And to kill what was not ready to die,
But you were as strange as I was before
When I never felt their hearts
Beat in my hand and die before my eyes.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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