

Stereotype MurderThey drive me to this Pushing me to do what ever they have written on their twisted listStereotype Murder
Their words sharpening the knife that kisses my flesh each night
Their stares daring me to go down with out a fight And against my will I walk towards the light
Making their every dreams come true
Letting them see that they got through Laying at the end of the school hall Waiting for a new day to start
I want them all to look at me No more jokes I just want to be free
They can hide behind pom poms and computer games But deep down inside they know their responsible f


Seemingly Simple.I hate you. It’s amazing the power three words can have over a person. I hate you. Comparatively, “I love you” is meant to be the most emotive three word sentence the human vocal cords in conjunction with the tongue and mouth can produce. But, when you think about it, “I hate you” is just as powerful. Maybe even more so. It is this I ponder upon now. Outside, the night is an ebony blanket that covers the city scape, punctured only by lights and the feeblest excuses for stares. Before me lies a man. Not a man. A dead man. “He looks so angelic..” The murmur of my own voice sounds akin to that of aSeemingly Simple.
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