Me...Myself...and I Darkness surrounds me
.I'm so dead, and yet I'm alive
I was so afraid to die
I think I'm happy
I can see why
No more controlling , no more annoying
~I die, so that you live~Break me, and use the shattered pieces of my body, to create your needle.Hate me, and slowly ripped out the strings of my soul, to create your thread.Crush me, and watch as the red of my heart pools out, to create your dye.Laugh at me, and smile as my eyes fill, to create your glue.Sit there and watch as you tear me apart.Watch as the means to fix yourself, become real as I fall apart.Use my body and my soul to patch and sew your own.Use my heart to re-color your blackened emotions.And use my eyes to make sure it doesn't fade away.Sit there and watch as I die...
A Dress for the DevilBlood red, blood bright.Lace the dress; lace it tight.Tie the bow with all your might.Stitch the stitch before the night.Do it quick do it fast.Don't go slow for it might be your last.When the pin pricks don't stop for a tick.Cause if you do then I'll come and get you.I want my dress I want it now.Cause I've been waiting you putrid sow.You've been slow you've been lazy.Hurry up little miss Daisy.You said you'd make a dress for the devil.I guess you lied , don't give me drivel.Now I'll have to go get my pins.And help you finish, I guess I win.My pins are sharp my pins are quick.I'll sew it up tight in a cinch.But when I'm done you'd better run.You may run fast, you may run quick.Knowing you, you'll probably trip.Cause when I catch you which I know I will.I'll sharpen my pins and sew you tight.I'll put you in a sack, where you'll stay for the night .Then I'll bring you home, with my dress.And fix you up, oh-what a mess.My shelf will be bare no more.It's filled