Dancing With The Devil
You happily flirt with the other girls
They don't seem to notice
Who you really are
Quietly, I observe your nature
Finally you seem to notice
The only girl who will stare into your eyes
Those cold red eyes don't fool me
I smile at you warmly
Almost beckoning, daring you to dance
I chose my fate
I know who you are
Now I ask you," Dance, if you are so brave, Dance!"
Curious you come to me
I hold out my hand willingly
You seem shocked, but your eyes are glad
You lead me to the dance floor
For the first time your taking a willing soul
I close my eyes and wait for midnight
Then—you take me
In a whip of flames
I thank you…
Dead water
Deep, dead waters are quite bitter
Cool, soothing waters are quite sour
Yet why is there a difference?
My tears are sour as they bleach my face
My death is bitter as the mourners cry
Where have I gone?
Why am I here?
What is this dull ache I feel?
Please don't tell me I'm dead
I thought I had a life to live
But a murderer ended my only story
Death
Death can mean alot of things,
As the angels sing,
Every life has meaning,
Many were taken by accident,
But most,
Made a choice.
None left to rejoyce,
Living left to wallow.
While others sit and weep in sarrow,
The dead sit and watch over the rest,
Hoping and wishing for the best.
Distance
I watch you from afar
Smiling I imagine you with me
There you are, just within my reach
Nerdy, funny, happy, talented
Blonde hair blue eyes
It's all I've ever wanted you to see
Yet there you are, playing dumb
Poor boy, you are so blind
Look this way, just once
Popular, handsome, careful, nice
Dark hair golden eyes
My eyes don't deceive me at last
You dull, cheerleading, heart-steelier girlfriend
HA! Try a change for once
Why can't you see the angel watching over you?
Oh well, I can love you from a distance for now
Dreams
Imaginary memories
That haunt our daydreams
Then we shake our heads
As if they can fly away
And never come back
They only leave
To laugh their way back into our heads
Some are good
Some are bad
Each more vivid than the last
They flow through our minds
Creating moving pictures of
The past or future
Where they will take us
We do not know
