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Go to sleep, count some sheep. Go to sleep, count some sheep right before you die. Don't you dare look away from me! Look me in the eye.
Before you run I will lunge, pinning you to the ground. I raise my knife for the final plunge, you can't make a single sound.
There is nothing more that I enjoy, then the glorious hunt and kill. Blood and guts fill me with joy when I watch them as they spill.
Listen kid, your life wasn't long. So who would care if they find you gone? Don't say another word , I don't want to hear your dying song.
Listen kid , the world is cruel you see. Don't you think it's sad that you'll be killed by them rather than me?
I'm not evil I'm here to save you from all the things they say and do. So really don't fight back because power is what you lack.
They call me Jeff , Jeff The Killer the infamous gut spiller. To them my smile is vile , but to me it makes life worth while.
Listen kid I wish I could let you live so good. But I can't let you stand where I have once stood.
All in memoryAnother Dream
That has a cost
Everything is broken
And everything is gone
And as we fell a part
I was left alone
Lost in a sea of hopelessness
Waiting for you to drift by
I wallow in my loneliness
Trying not to cry
So now I lay on an empty shore
As the waves caress my skin
Sitting there and wondering
What could have, would have been
Sometimes I close my eyes
Hoping it was just a dream
Because, when you left
You took a piece of me
I deny I ever cared
Or if it was even real
Otherwise the scars will open up
And I will start to feel
Then the crimson fluid
Will spread upon the floor
And I will be left in darkness
As I cry “Please no more.”
My Eternal BedIt was the middle of spring. The morning sun darkened and the sound of rain pattering can be heard as I lay here. Laying firmly in my bed, I felt as if my whole body was strangely numb. I had a disease that required me to be in bed at all times now. I waited for my mother to come see me like she usually does.
My mother finally came in, wearing a black-laced dress and her hair tied in a bun. This time she brought a bouquet of roses instead of my daily medicine. I didn't care, though. They were my favorite flowers. She handed them to me as I enjoyed the smell of their morning dew. She gave a quick smile, but then her brow furrowed and her eyes glistened. I tried to comfort her as best as I could by asking her if she was okay. She looked down at me but continued to sob heavily. She didn't seem to hear me when I asked again. Then, she turned away and left. I could still hear her muffled cries as I lay here in here in my bed.
My mother would usually come in to feed me my medication ev
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