I may not be great at writing... But AT LEAST I CAN SPELL, RIGHT??

It's been a million years since I've added a story here, and I need to focus more on popular shows to get more hype... so if you have any requests, I'll be sure to consider them, but no time limits can be put on my writing.

Thanks for reading

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- Blood Stained Gloves -

Wake up, you filthy fuck.
Style your hair with trembling hands.
Paint that smile on the mirror.
Brush those decaying pearly whites.

Turn the lights off.
Face the dark side of the room.
Whisper silent goodbyes.
This is your impending doom.

Wipe those drops of despair,
That bleeds from your neck.
I see the lies behind your eyes.
Will you go out and kill tonight?

Take off the blood-stained gloves.
That knife will do you no good.
The real harm lye’s between your lips.
Go ahead, lie again.

The little girl dressed in white.
Gown and all with ivory tights.
Doll in hands, nobody in sight.
Sing sweet lullabies that fill the night.

Take the knife, slash it twice.
The throat opens wide.
Screams drown inside.
You’re a murderer, you filthy fuck.

Take off those blood-stained gloves.
Walk inside, dim the lights.
Put on your comfort zone.
Dream nightmares, feel alone.

The night hits it’s shade, the perfect dull blue.
The chalk etched on the sidewalk, now smeared.
The air seemed like a live wire.
Wind chill calm, quiet.

Swings still sway, slowly.
Hushed little fireflies go astray.
Illuminate the night a colorless hew.
Leaves rustle, just a sudden gust.

All that remains is a tune, of sweet harmony.
Suddenly interrupted by fowl decay, and piercing screams.

Hush.

- Breathe -

Take the time to catch your breath,
you still have time before death.
Inhale and exhale your last say,
this is your last day.

Calm down, slow your pace,
your life is not a race.
Breathe, just breathe slow,
Your time will cast its shadow.

Now Inhale.

Hold your breath, dont release,
this is your time to finally cease.
Your lies dancing on your blackened lungs,
rolling around on your tongue.

Your time is up, your done,
you had a good run.
Now its time for the mourning,
this was your last morning.

Sleep a forever slumber,
take the time to ponder and wonder.
You will not return,
this is a life lesson you have yet to learn.

Now exhale.

-Poems by Matt Hawley

Remedy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ymbnUiBcOCc

Everything

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1kdVwq277c

Happy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f1wcfiDH_7k

There She Is ((watch all 4 steps nyeeh!))

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ezsRZ8ZEmJY