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Alone Yet Crowded

I walk through this world alone,
Yet it's still so crowded.
All around people wander.
To them, I am the air they breathe.
I cannot be seen, but I keep them living.

I walk among them silently. 
Speaking would break their trance,
They would see the truth.
Their eyes scan the area around,
I am in their vision radius, yet I cannot be seen.
I have done enough to keep them from seeing me.

They may look in my direction, but never long enough to see me. 
This is the minimum amount I can do.
They are all interfering with peace.
Killing, arson, thieving, arguing.
These are all signs of evil,
Evil which I avoid.

To bring myself down to their level,
The thought in general is against what I stand for.
I am alone to live life how I want,
To thrive in knowledge and experience.
They thrive in evil and sin.

This is the disease in our world.
I stay away for my well-being.
I can never have what I don't accept,
Instead I choose to live healthy and in peace.
This is how my world works.

A world where I thrive and they sink,
Where I live and they die,
Where I bless and they sin,
Where they crowd and I alone,
Live to seek out a cure for this world's disease.

I live alone in this world,
Yet it's still so crowded.

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The Red Wolf

Slowly they creep in,
The evil burning through the night.
The crickets sound the alarm,
Feet trampling grass as they run.

Owls turn a blind eye,
They fear for the outcome. 
The caves swarmed with bats,
The essence draws near.

Into the night they fly,
The last catch of the day sneaks away.
Holwing voices and red eyes peer,
Footsteps approaching slowly.

The eyes vanish,
A slight growl enters their courage.
Trembling hands and sweaty feet.

Like a theif it takes and goes,
They fall to the ground.
Screaming ruptures the silence,
The beast confronts.

She stands her ground.
A clutched axe,
Her last resort.
A deep growl at her feet.

Those red eyes peer up,
Hints of sadness and pain linger.
Kneeling down she calms it,
Her hands filled with reassurance.

She stands,
The beast but a memory.
She turns keenly,
Observant of the carnage.

Hunters all around her,
Their remains a bloody pulp.
There was never a beast to hunt,
The rumored wolf was an illusion.

She grins with pleasure,
Fangs soaked with red.
She throws up her hood,
Another town is soon to suffer.

Who is she?
She is the demon,
She is the wolf,
She is Red Riding Hood.

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Chicago's Sin

Another body dropped as the evil ran through the night 
He was on a spree to start a war 
The screams blistered the silence 
As the metal hit the floor, 
As the metal hit the floor. 

Red and blue blind the darkness 
The sirens piercing the hidden and fleeing 
Feet splashing in rhythm 
Their breathing turning ragged, 
Their breathing turning ragged. 

T.V.’s light up with another face 
Another cell grows crowded tonight 
Never a smile always a frown 
The bail isn’t ever going down, 
The bail isn’t ever going down. 

Phones ring like a symphony 
The room is filling up and draining out 
New and old faces enter with disgust 
Crying and yelling is all too familiar, 
Crying and yelling is all too familiar. 

Jailed and killed is never a shock 
Growing crime is always ends in a record breaker 
The defenders of the city never sleep 
More evil is always lurking within, 
More evil is always lurking within. 

The innocents and guilty are no longer separated 
Heads looking over shoulders at every street corner 
From the alleys to the roofs 
A trigger is pulled and a man has shot, 
A trigger has pulled and a man has shot. 

The beginning could be the end 
The young dying younger 
Pounds of sin infect the mind 
The parents spend and their children suffer, 
The parents spend and their children suffer. 

Silent night is all but a myth 
For sirens, shots, and screams invade the midnight 
Those soundly sleeping leave both eyes open 
An intruder knocks at the bedroom door, 
An intruder knocks at the bedroom door. 

The black of night shadows the filth and carnage 
The sun shining brightly, 
Spotlighting the aftermath 
Clean up is ignored and the nightmare pushed aside, 
Clean up is ignored and the nightmare pushed aside. 

Through the city a flame ignites 
The sky filled with many chills and frights 
Angels take the sinless away 
The demons and criminals come out and play, 
The demons and criminals come out and play. 

Time dances by as it glances near and far 
Storms bring more destruction all around 
The flames rage on like a burning chariot 
So many men, women, and children who need to be found, 
So many men, women, and children who need to be found. 

Years go by and it’s all the same. 
Goodbye to the days, weeks, months, and years 
They smile their last smiles 
It’s nothing but a lie to cover up the pain, 
It’s nothing but a lie to cover up the pain. 

Down go the buildings as they fall 
Bomb after bomb, the villains wicked song 
Just another incident 
Who cares just walk by, 
Who cares just walk by. 

This is the life of all who live 
In a city known for its extraneous crime 
Where every cent is stolen, penny and dime 
Those who fear are just brand new 
The slaughter takes some getting used to, 
The slaughter takes some getting used to.

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Insane

Her tears run down her face as she backs away.
The cold, hated anchor of betrayal drags you beneath. 
The harsh, razor covered kiss, runs down your arm, slicing deep.
The metal clang and spark, peircing your ears.
The shackles claw and tear as they embed themselves into your skin sinking their fangs into your blood.
Each second your skin grows pale, life slowly being sucked from your heart.
All hell breaks lose as sanity dies, metal slams against the ground, courtesy of your thrashing. 
Your body slams against the ground, the blade bursting into your mind. 
A dark red geyser is formed, painting your body all around.
Your eyes leave your head rolling away. 
Her hand grasps your heart and feeds it to your soul, laughing maniacally as it chokes. 
With one last twitch, your body lays still, the thought of you insane, gone away.

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Self Damage

Every day I wonder if I will live.
All throughout the day, 
At any moment.
My life is always in danger.
Never safe and sound as it should be.

I constantly punish myself, day and night.
I'll tell myself how the pain is what I deserve,
For all the sorrow I've drowned others in.

I begin to feel remorse, the same desperate feeling they were in.
Their trembling voices as they begged for mercy.
I used to think mercy was for the weak,
Only the strong abolish mercy.

I still cause myself destruction to this day. 
The same that everyone else has felt.
I know this is what will kill me,
Not revenge from those I hurt,
Not those who are stronger and deadly.

I am my own demise,
Slowly killing myself with every cut, stab and scar.
I am causing my own self-harm,
My self-damage.

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Dreams Rain Down

Slowly walking through,
Head down, frown on.
The pitter patter of the drops,
The squeaking of boots. 

Lights illuminate the night streets,
Cars flashing by, nothing but a blur.
Eyes bouncing around the downpour,
Fidgeting with emotions.

The darkness appears, the rain veiled away. 
Eyes meet in the middle, hearts pound. 
Smiles sprout and arms wrapped,
Feet step in time and rain echos.

The cracked stepping stones and rusted door hinges,
The chanting of arguments overpowers the joy.
Now buried six feet underneath,
Hidden beneath the shadows.

Lips collide and the cold is melted.
Eyes wide and hearts paused,
The beat swirled into a remix.
The song of the free is now sung.

Between the raindrops, 
The beat quickens.
Slowly and surely the pace morphs,
The mood now a working symphony.

The touch is releashed,
The feeling now an memory.
Once a spark, then a fire,
Burning brightly with desire.

Focus regains and all is gone,
The room dark, the backround shadowed.
The realization of it all,
Just a dream, nothing more.

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Lullaby

My words slip through,
Your ears taking in every part.
Like a song it circles the room,
Your eyes catching every lyricas it flies by.
The stars dance along to the music,
The moon shining brighter with each verse.
Glaxays swaying to the beat,
The Milky Way is pouring to the ground. 
The words run through the grass,
Catching Fireflies as they blink on by.
States away but my voice will still travel miles.
Searching day and night for you,
The song being silently sung as you fall asleep.
They sink into the room,
Taking sleep by the hand.
The last thing you hear is my voice,
My words,
My lyrics,
Your lullaby.

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Wonderland

I never thought it could happen.
My mind like wonderland.
The smile reflecting my own.
I'm not mad, 
In fact I'm sane.
My reality is just complicated,
Like an organized riot.
Time is but an illusion,
As its power is but a myth here.
I have eternity to live inside.
The hole leads towards not me,
But rather myself and I. 
Its fall is short,
But long in thought.
Rivers run red with blood.
Its a horrific sight,
But soothing to the heart.
The shelves are lined with heads,
Blackened eyes,
Painted red with fear.
Follow that path,
But don't lose track.
No time for tea as it was never scheduled.
The laughter may lighten your mood,
But it will shallow your sleep.
Everything is what it isn't,
Would've been this,
But morphed into that.
What is all this you may ask?
It is me.
Or is it myself?
Perhaps it is I?
Nevertheless,
It shall remain the same,
Always changing its mentality.
Wonderland is quite a wonder,
But only ever to those who think.
What I say is what I mean.
My voiceless echos stray into the night.
The wild yellow eyes ponder,
Upon the bolted door,
The barred window,
The white ceiling.
This is my containment.
Here I am a freak,
But down the hole,
I am but a friend to them.

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Prophecies

She lets herself fall to the earth,
How great her pain was.
A never ending cycle.
Darkness fills the sky,
Diving after her.
Like a lost puppy it follows.

Her eyes glisten blue
Reflecting the skys' anger
Crackling and gasp fill the ground below
all eyes focused on the shadow That seeks redemption

Rain fills the sky
Being fired from the sky like arrows
Heartbeat increases
The wind roaring through

A sudden thump from behind
The ground pulling her in
The two cloaks outstretch their reach
The wings swim beneath the clouds

The agony pulls her away
Despite the freedom and air
The chains and locks help secure
Exposed and open a dangerous act
Back to the safe and secure

Her trial ends now and back to the sky she must return
The wings climb the darkness that leads
Her feet touch down 
The soft safe haven

Eyes flutter open inviting light
Curtains brushed aside and pages flipped
An empty room with nothing but restless sleep,
A nightmare turned dream.
Why isn't happiness all it seems?

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Built and Broken

Once a thriving house.
Tall jade grass flowing in the worlds breathing,
Our passion and love shining through a diamond toughened, crystal clear window.
Through the storms and ravaging disasters it stood.
Unnoticed went each piece that tore off,
Each hidden at night and dispersed in day.
Our footprints embedded in the path,
Never a step outside the tattered gate. 
Darkness loomed,
Time sped by.
Our thoughts driving the rain and thunder,
Lightning striked.
The grass now burnt to ash,
Hard and disgusted dirt lay around us.
Our time a yanked thread. 
The window now shattered and pieces lay beyond our peripherals.
We lay separated, our bed now torn and slashed. 
Slowly 2 falls to 1. 
I sit alone in a fallen hope.
Depression and desperation my only companion.
With cut hands I place each brick back into place, 
Each glass shard glued.
Another storm you bring along, 
Demolishing everything.
Only thing left is a grave and grim remembrance. 
My life was my death, 
And now I lay deeper and farther from you, 
An empty casket and a hollowed heart full of regret and despair.