Best FriendsBest Friends-Undying friendship is the key,Happiness and delight, you bring to me.Advice is given when needed the most,Fun times spent, OH! The windy Cornish coast.Family or friends?, I really don't know,Love and respect, still continues to grow.Like the sun shimmering on a dark rainy day,Brings both colour and warmth, in every ray.Her ego never takes hold, always so methodical and wise,Her light of happiness, guides us on threw dark night skies.A shooting star of hope, knowing her dreams shall come true,Because I truly, faithfully, honestly, do believe in you Her beating heart made fully, of both love and joy,
Cold-Hearted Killer...Cold-Hearted Killer-Your mean ways show, through your heart of steel,No care, no friend, no love, no feel...Dead and buried these feelings are,Once a cut, now a scar...The victims of your evil, the silent runaways...To shed a tear of remembrance, of those better days.Torture and murder, Punishment and regret,Hatred and disloyalty, they'll never forget...Your angered mind and your so-called pleasure,Of taking women's lives, as if its treasure...That man who laughs at the sight of the deceased,Don't ever come round here...You savage beast!Cold Hearted Killer!We know what you are!So don't come here, meaning no harm.
The Shining Knight...From under the light I saw your face,Calm and beautiful, even with grace.Your sunlit aura, that ray of light,Shall glow on through, my shining knight.My savour has come from far and wide,The secrets I know, in him I confide.The legends, the stories, which seem so un-true.*And yet he proudly stands before me,Showered in gold glitter and glory.*Knowing that the rescue, always ends, in two
A Vampire's choiceI feel this strange warm serge erupt inside me as a human walks past,Oh, that sweet blood smell which draws me in, so violently, so fast.I try to turn my predatory instincts off and walk away, But the video playback of my sister on her own life's decay Her pouncing onto a helpless woman who let out a silent wail,And lashing at her throat with her long hind white nails,Cutting violently into her blood stream with her intercepting canines, Leaving tiny blood puncture wounds, upon her delicate necklines.I lick my teeth in remembrance of my sister and her continuous living breath.I don't feel right, walking among the living
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