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Perfect Date

I went to get ready, for our very last date.

She'd kill me for sure, if I showed up late.

I polished my shoes, put on a clean shirt.

Then bought her some roses. What could it hurt?

I thought to myself, as I knocked on her door.

I was ready to end this, I couldn't take anymore.

The day I first met her, she had ribbons in her hair.

Every time she spoke my name, my heart would float on air.

When we first started dating, it didn't take long.

For me to realize, that this was all wrong.

She made a big deal, out of every little thing.

She was not for me, that's how it seemed.

It had to end quick, I had made up my mind.

I had to act now, or I would run out of time.

She thanked me for the roses, then gave me a kiss.

That was one thing for sure, I would really miss.

We went out to eat, and then went to our spot.

I really think, she enjoyed it a lot.

Our spot was a cliff, looking over a lake.

By the time we got there, it was already late.

I put on some slow music, and we danced all night.

She had a sweet smile, and her eyes shined bright.

When we got back to the car, I kissed her goodbye.

I felt kind of sad, and I can't explain why.

I walked to my side, and pushed the pedal to the floor.

She tried to escape, but her dress was caught in the door.

As she flew off the edge, screaming in fear.

I only shed, one lonely tear.

The car hit the water, and ended its flight.

I felt a sense of relief, as I left the crash site.

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Don'T Scream

He said he’d kill me, if I screamed.
All I wanted, was for him to leave.
Just two hours earlier, he broke down our door.
My life had been perfect, just before.
I had always been popular, had lots of friends.
And that for sure, was about to end.
He left my eyes open, but tied up my hands.
I could already tell, I did not like this man.
I sat on the couch, trying to stay calm.
As I sat there in silence, he brought in my mom.
He put her right in front of me, and pulled up a chair.
Shoved her into it, and pulled back on her hair.
I sat there shaking, trying not to scream.
He then slit her  throat, right in front of me.
I sat there for hours, crying inside.
And just stared at the chair, where my mother just died.
I was not only mourning, I was building up hate.
Hate for this man, who would soon meet his fate.
I was untying my hands, while sitting there.
I had to be subtle, so he would not be aware.
I waited for him, to turn his back.
So I would have, a chance to attack.
Then he started to look, through the fridge.
I lunged for his knife, which had a sharp edge.
As I got to his knife, the man did not linger.
He spun around quickly, and I cut off his finger.
He dropped to the floor, screaming in pain.
Then begged me to leave him, but I had much more to gain.
I made him get up, and move to the chair.
He sat down crying, and I pulled back on his hair.
He screamed as the knife, tore through his flesh.
That was all I needed, nothing more nothing less.

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Best Friend

The one who was always there for me, my very best of friends.
Was walking right beside me, when she decided it should end.
I thought of how she ended it all, on that very day.
I figured out how to get her back, in my own special way.
I went to her house, to prepare for my plans.
I was willing to do, whatever I can.
When I got there, I was greeted by her cat.
She would soon not care for it, that’s a fact.
After I finished, I walked into her home.
There was her mother, sitting all alone.
My friend had no father, sister, or brother.
Just the cat, and an old helpless mother.
I could tell she was home, because of her scream.
My friend had found her cat, it seemed.
After that, she moved inside.
Inside the closet, I tried to hide.
As she opened the door, all I heard were her cries.
But soon she’d be in, for another surprise.
I cracked the door, so I could see the hall.
She slammed her fists, into the wall.
And then she saw, her mother’s head.
Sitting there body less, she knew she was dead.
I guessed it was time, to admit to my sins.
I opened the closed, and came out from within.
She saw me coming, and asked me. “Why?”
“Why did my mother, have to die?”
Our friendship was dying, it wouldn’t take long.
I wanted to save us, is that so wrong?
And that’s when, she pulled a gun on me.
I fell to the ground, as the bullet ripped through my skin.
And at my side as I lay dying, my very best of friends.

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The Imperfects

Normal people, that's my game.
You think you know me? How lame.
I make my way, night by night.
Better watch where your going, I bite.
It's not for money, women, or fame.
It's for the bodies I claim.
I would tell you, but you wouldn't understand.
I feel like a fish, out on dry land.
There is no one like me, I am unique.
The world will die, I give them a week.
Kill them all, that much is clear.
I have to make them, disappear.
I'll bury them all, one by one.
Until my final task, is done.
Your lives are in my hands, your souls.
I'll pump your chest, full of holes.
I want the world, all to myself.
Only me, no one else.
Your impurities, make me ill.
And that's not how, I want to feel.
No need to run, that much is true.
I'll get you no matter what you do.
The world was going, in a downhill path.
I had to do something, had to act fast.
Your hookers and druggies, sicken me.
And that's not how, I want to be
If you were only perfect, like me.
This wouldn't have to happen, you see?
It's your own faults you brought it on yourselves.
Now you all, GO TO HELL!

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One Chance

You don't deserve, even one.

Not one chance. You think this is fun?

One risk here, one risk there.

I'll tell you one thing, life's not fair.

You say, you almost got hit by a bus?

It wont happen again, you can trust.

Cheated death? You should have not.

You see that life, is all you've got.

If you come close to, dying or death.

I'll put you right back there, with a knife to your breast.

You think you're an exception, you think you're all that.

Thinking like that, made you die where you sat.

There is no excuse, for the chance that you took.

This wouldn't have happened, if you'd known where to look.

If you'd been more careful, thought before act.

Maybe your skin, would still be intact.

Yeah you survived it, got through it for sure.

But how many more times? Two, three, or four?

You beg for your life, for me to leave it to fate.

Well that's one chance, I'm not willing to take.

If it were up to me, you'd already be dead.

I'd put some bullets, all through your head.

Sometimes I think, I should leave it to fate.

But then your deaths, would be too late.

Is one chance all you're wanting? Is that why your upset?

Well I'm sorry my friend, that's one chance you won't get.

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Hatchet

I remember their faces, every single one.
Crying for help, but no one would come.
Short ones, fat ones, skinny and tall.
One by one, I hacked through them all.
Someone must stop me, I beg you to try.
Though it won’t matter, for you will still die.
Victims have tried, and tried again.
But the ending’s the same, I always win.
I’ve quit before, several times.
But it called me back, in my mind.
I need to kill, I can’t help it.
I’ve tried before, to bury the hatchet.
You can’t stop me, no one knows how.
Never happened before, so why should it now?
I hate myself. Why can’t I stop?
Can someone please help me? Maybe a cop?
I love the feeling, of ripping through skin.
I need to feel, that feeling again.
I don’t know why, truth is, I don’t care.
I’m going to kill you, somehow, somewhere.
Face it my friend, you’re out of luck.
You can’t get away, just give up.
No one can stop me, no one will.
It’s all that I know, God I love how this feels!

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Twenty-One

I have a game, I like to play.
If I asked you to join, you’d say no way.
You probably think, it’s sick or vile.
I haven’t played it, in a while.
You’d say I’m twisted, you’d say I’m insane.
This game for sure, is not humane.
In order to play, I need someone.
Tie them and gag them, then leave on a run.
To my house, I take them with me.
Just the thought of playing, makes me move swiftly.
I have a room, where I like to play.
This game I like, takes most of the day.
My game is more, like a game show.
The people love it, this I know.
When you wake up, the game begins.
Answer the questions, and you will win.
Twenty-one questions, over all.
Live or die, it’s all your call.
You lose a finger, if you get one wrong.
One after another, until they’re all gone.
One more chance, once you lose your tenth one.
Answer it wrong, and your life is all done.
If you want to stay with us, if you enjoy life.
You will answer all the questions, and try to stay alive.
Just answer ten right, and you will get away.
So lets get the show started, are you ready to play?

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Chopper

Way back then, when my years were gold.
A chopper I was, I'd been told.
I would leave one morning, and get back that night.
To my wife this caused, a terrible fright.
One trip I took a nasty fall.
time after that, I broke my jaw.
After a while, we decided I should quit.
I was sick and tired, of all this $hit.
I know I needed, to go back to work.
But no one would hire, those stupid jerks.
A month later, my wife died.
I broke down, and cried and cried.
So I went to my boss, and begged for my job.
"Ok," he said, and I went to chop logs.
I was by myself, chopping a pine.
When the tree fell, on a leg of mine.
It hurt like hell, when it hit my leg.
When I woke up, I wished I was dead.
I looked around, for some form of escape.
But my axe had fallen, into the lake.
I checked my pockets, and found nothing.
Except for a spoon, and some other something.
By looking around, I knew what to do.
I gripped the spoon tightly, and bit on my shoe.
And then I started, to hack away.
Hacking and slashing, until night turned to day.
I don't remember, much after that.
I know I died, from where I sat.
You see, I was always a little dumb.
But it seemed I cut off, THE WRONG DAMN ONE!

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Mother's Day

I won’t let the world, pollute you so.
I love you too much, that’s why you must go.
I’m sorry mom, you’re all that I’ve got.
I can’t just sit here, and watch you rot.
I need to help you, to set you free.
This is not, where you need to be.
Heaven is waiting, up in the sky.
But in order to get there, first you must die.
I’m sorry it has, to end this way.
But your health gets worse, every day.
The cancer is spreading, at a quickening pace.
I’ve got to get you, away from this place.
I can’t think, of a better way.
Than to send you off, on mother’s day.
Please don’t cry mom, please don’t fight.
I know in my heart, what I’m doing is right.
Eyes wet with tears, I brought the knife down.
Her last breath of life, was the only sound.

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Cornered

I can’t believe, I did what I did.
I didn’t want them to catch me, so I ran and I hid.
I wonder now, why it took so long.
To see that what I did, was wrong.
I stabbed a man, in the head.
Stabbed him and stabbed him, until he was dead.
I had no reason, to kill this man.
No evil scheme, or plot, or plan.
In cold blood, I slaughtered him.
Disassembled his body, from his toes to his chin.
The police are coming, for me now.
I had to get away, but I didn’t know how.
The sirens were closer, I could hear them scream.
I was backed against, the wall it seemed.
There was no exit, there was no escape route.
If I took off running, they’d point their guns and shoot.
The walls, were closing in on me.
This was not the way, I wanted it to be.
I heard them stop, the doors opened and closed.
I thought for a minute, and then I chose.
Without struggle or fighting, I would go.
But deep down inside, only I know.
I just wanted it to be over, no feeling of terror.
With nowhere to run, it was more than I could bear.
In their car, I made no sound.
I wanted to escape, but nothing was found.
I just rode in silence, the rest of the way.
Wondering what would happen, the next day.
They would not listen, to my side of this horror.
I felt like a cat, backed into the corner.