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Unseen monsters creeping under your bed, Hungry, gleaming eyes watching your every move, Winged menaces fluttering through the thick, cold mist, Furry, fanged creatures crouching on your rooftop, The

Bitter jazz band Swing the music I know so well I’m dancing across his life Wringing drinks above his weary head He’s a sinner And I’m woman scorned You shouldn’t ...

Okay, so I know I'm not a poet but this is what I got in attempt to write a song...it's about a girl who's (guy) best friend dies, and he ...

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The flame that surrounds me Like the fire in your eye Burns all around me In the crimson sky The pain that hurts me The hurt that won't stop So ...

When I was a girl My mother would say 'Don't say mean things in the rain For you can't predict the day' When I got older I remembered what she ...

Pain Come Softly Believe me like you did before the rain, like when with Night we sang the hymn of lost travail. Empirical intents attain the whims of times and ...

It’s late, I enter to an empty house. Cold...alone.. I head up the stairs, no one. I grab a drink from the kitchen and walk to my room, Then I ...

Gods how I love you so much And I'm itching just to feel your touch I want you to have my soul my flesh and blood But you've left me ...

In a dream that I had It was just you and me It was dark all around And clouds filled the sky A light flashed above Then a crack split ...

In the darkness creatures hide Following you by your side When you take them from the night The little devils will take flight All around you strange things play Getting ...

I am me I wonder why I can fly I see blood on my clothes I hear the voice of a boy cry I want to know what I’ve come ...

It was that one trip to the house Why did we have to go? That’s where it all started It’s not our fault, we didn’t know! So we went to ...

For a second I click away the media I can breathe while snapping shut X’s And as I tick past windows I can’t help But wonder what I’m really worth ...

Well it's been a few months since I've written anything that could be considered poetry, so I thought I'd give it another go. I've probably lost my touch. Enjoy. Snake-Lady ...