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HypnotizeHush, baby-darling go to sleep;
Look into my eyes and feel yourself creep
Into an abyss of eternal joy
You'll be my happy, mindless little toy,
Quiet little lamby, fall into my arms,
I swear little angel child, you're safe from any harm.
Just say your bedtime prayers, my pet, rest your weary head
Let the calm wash over you, like the river of the dead.
Silence, sleepy little tot, there's no need to fight.
You've fallen in my spider web, you're mine now-goodnight.
DaddyDaddy doesn’t know why I never call or write him anymore,
Daddy doesn’t know he’s not the one that I adore;
Daddy’s words hit my like a drunk does his wife,
Daddy’s words slit me like that drunk’s wife’s knife.
Daddy didn’t want me, daddy had his dreams.
Daddy tried to pass me of, one of his failed schemes.
Daddy played his jokes on me, mischievous or malice?
Daddy’s little girl is trapped in the tower of a palace
Daddy, daddy, doesn’t know, why I don’t come back no more.
Daddy, daddy let it show, I won’t take it anymore.
Daddy, daddy, left me cold, made it hard to trust.
Daddy made things hurt but said he loved me very much.
Daddy now I’m in the arms of a man two times my age.
Daddy is the reason that my heart’s so full of rage.
Daddy, you remember me? The kid you left behind.
Daddy doesn’t really care, he doesn’t really mind.
Daddy says things aren’t true, daddy lies again.
The Lady of ShalottHe laid a lily on her grave and mused, "how sad"
Before he walked away forever and forgot her in a day
She lay adrift that wooden raft with that lily in her cold hands
Floating along that complaining brook until she reached eternity
The boat has sunk, the mistress not but bones and cloth,
Lost to the burdens of time and space,
Clutching tight that single white lily.
And You Are A CriminalI'm just a dead little girl,
Because of everything you've done,
A pile of dirty, broken bones,
You say given from love.
If this is love, then what is hate?
My mind flashes to you;
I'll show you my breed of hate,
if it's the last thing I do.
So, one dark night, when you're alone,
We'll meet and then I'll kill ya.
Before the life drains from your eyes,
I'll whisper, "I'm Gothic Lolita."
The Boogeyman Do you believe in the boogeyman?
I do; I've seen his face.
I've seen the way his eyes reflect
With predatory grace.
I've seen the way he smiles.
He does not have fang-lined jaws.
But I do believe that he
Has nails that slope like claws.
Yes, I have seen the boogeyman,
But it's not all bad you see;
I'm not scared of the boogeyman,
Because the boogeyman's scared of me.
Twelve Moments In The Dead Of Summer1. The sunlight glistens on her wet skin as she's walking towards the beach. He has never seen anything so beautiful in his life and even if the words seem to dry up in his throat, he knows what he is going to do next.
2. It hasn't rained for months now so it only takes a small spark from the cigarette to set the undergrowth on fire. On the first sign of fire they panic and run, never to look back but to remember years later, in nightmares, the crazy old man who lived in the shack nearby and was never seen since.
3. They lay together on the grass, watching the sun slowly go down behind the treeline. He takes her hand, old, wrinkled and frail into his, and whispers: "I would give up everything I have for one more summer like this". She responds: "Darling, you already did that years ago". They burst into giggles, just like the one he was supposed to take her dancing for the first time and got lost on the way, and it seems that all these years haven't changed anything at all.
4. The thorn
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