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Skate Hell

Beware the BoogeymanA clatter at the window, is all that I hear, I hold my head high, and though I do fear, The howls of the wind, send a chill down my spine, But I know that I'm safe, I know I'll be fine.Beware the Boogeyman
Those twisted dark shadows, creep into my space, Through the glass window, I see a reflected face, It's torn and distorted, and frozen in time, But I look away from the stare, I know I'll be fine.
I pull the sheets closer, almost covering my head, I can feel my toes freezing, and shivering in my bed, Did something just move? Or was it a thought of mine? No, it's not possible, I kno


My Special GiftI am the luckiest person alive. Let me explain:My Special Gift
I have a special gift. Oh yes, my gift is the most special thing in the world. It takes care of me and keeps me alive. When I am sad, all I need to do is think, And my sorrows go away. It keeps me warm in dark, cold places. When I am hungry, all I need to do is ask, And it feeds my empty tummy. It loves me when I most need some loving. Whenever I need to cry, I hold it close by, And my soul is filled with an infinite joy!
Oh yes, my gift is special. She comes to me when I call her, She is the


f e a r m e .I am the devil, that grips your aching heart. Each time you ponder about me, I'll cut my marks All over your thoughts and infect your soul with The mere presence of my vengeful wrath.f e a r m e .
I am that glimpse of a demon you see in the mirror, Whenever you get that feeling you're not alone. But In fact, I'm right there with you breathing deeply down the back of your spine. All you can do is Scream.
I am the hatred that will rip you apart. When you Don't know what to do, and you have noone to turn to, I am the evil that pushes you over the edge, hangs you From a rope


Chilly AirA cold wind rustles the curtains as it floats into the room.Chilly Air
Loose papers scatter like spirits dancing upon the abandoned desk.
An open book's pages are turned by an icy hand
As vacant eyes read the words written upon the yellowed paper. The ticking of the brass clock mounted on the wall
Has long been heard by a human ear. Eerything in the room is cold and distant.
I the middle of the floor lies a bulk. Wite cotton swells up and down upon two milky stubs. Back silk is fanned out
And covered in a congealed, brick colored substance. To emerald marbles stare blankly at
KAMEN FUNKING RULES.
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// Maya
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"Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone." ~Pablo Picasso
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Like crystalised tears that fall on my pillow
♥ s u g a r p o r c e l a i n
m y p o e t r y | ~lemonlust
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