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"I love you," He says This evil flows through my heart To my body, filling every part. My head, poisoned, is throbbing. I can feel my heartstrings popping. Why is this happening to me? Am I really that guilty? Was it to me the harm was done, Or was it I the wrong one? I can't even see straight I groan as my heart starts to palpitate The poison is reaching my soul And I fall back as my eyes roll. I find chains grabbing my wrists It feels like I've been kissed By the devil, his eyes all red. And now my feet feel like lead. Sinking down, with blood up to my eyes. All I can hear is my poor soul's cries As it goes down under the

Girlish? Girls are a species I don't understand. It's like they come from a different land. They say one thing and mean another And I'm left there to sit and wonder. They have so many complex subtleties And they need to be treated like royalty. The big thing for which I fret It's us who they can't seem to get! They think we comprehend their ways But to us it's a complicated maze. You've got two doors at the end of a hall But neither of them is the right one at all! Someone should write a dictionary Or lead us in a "woman military" Where we are trained in the art of war And fill our brains up more and more. We'll be laden with

Sublime Waster of Time This night today There's free admission to pay. I give in 4 tokens Come out with 2 arms broken Where did all the time go? It seems there's a rip to sew. I went in Monday at about one I came back out Thursday after the sun! Was it all my imagination? 'Cause I can't find any explanation… Maybe I had a shot of some drug Could be it was put in my mug. Maybe the Devil's playing with my mind All my weaknesses he seems to find It's time to go back to the future now Or I may develop a case of Mad Cow. I was found, but now I am lost Seriously, my cookies are about to be tossed! I can't find the North Star I'm

Two Flasks Two flasks. One black, one white. I know one is masked but which one's right? They say one will last; the other looks tasty but it's over fast; I better not be hasty. Riches in heaven or riches on earth. One has the deadly seven; the other is rebirth. They look the same. One is disguised. I don't like this game, you've likely surmised. But it's not a game! This is real life. One is fortune and fame, the other takes away strife. It's so hard to choose! It's deep in my soul. What can I lose? What is my goal? Do I store it down here, or maybe up there? It's not death that I fear but of leaving life bare.

Chapter I The bank of the lake was buried in impenetrable fog. Through the dense mist, the waves crashing on the shore could be heard, a harsh noise in the darkness. A splash, then nothing. The sinister dark shadows of the trees pushed through the fog and clouded the boy sitting by himself on the dock over the water. He was deep in thought. His hands were clasped together in an embrace. His head was bowed and his mouth a bit slack. Once when a particularly strong wave crashed into the dock, the boy put his hands out to stop his swaying, and after he brushed back his long dark hair, his fingers returned to their caress. Something was strange

As the family sat at the kitchen table in silence, a plethora of emotions was passing over the different people seated. There was, now, a hammer of anger beating at Luke's heart as he stared openly at his son's innocent face. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he decided on a course of action. He was more annoyed than worried about his son's strange stories. The feeling going through his wife's mind was altogether different. She was in a way amused, but also knew that John was a teenager, and should not be telling these stories anymore, especially now that he claimed to have met his "Savior." He shouldn't be lying, she decided. I'm sur