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Ah-ooooh
Ah-ooooh
Ah-ooooh
Ah-ooooh
Spooky oaks are now lampposts,
still dangerous to go out
Stop pretending you're that brave,
ignoring scary sounds
The concrete spilled a creepy critter,
maybe just on the outside
He tells you not to be afraid,
but he makes you wanna hide
Ah-ooooh
Ah-ooooh
He might be sorta cute,
he might be worth a walk,
could be the kind of guy
who you would like to stalk
You were naïve enough
to fall for golden eyes,
unconsciously expecting
the beast's hunger to rise
It cannot possibly
have been as bad as you
tell yourself it was,
tell yourself it was
He swears that's how
much he meant to hurt you:
nothing at all,
nothing at all
Ah-ooooh
Ah-ooooh
No-one can be trusted
till proven otherwise
Your illusions that this town was safe
have now met their demise
Acting strangely, people notice
How long to gather the guts
to open your ashamed mouth
and make them think you're nuts?
Ah-ooooh
Ah-ooooh
Maybe he's the only one
willing to hug you tight,
give you some wolfish love,
protect you from the night…
But on the other hand,
he ruined your so-so life
Going back ain't sensible,
let alone without a knife
Ooooh
It cannot possibly
have been as bad as you
tell yourself it was,
tell yourself it was
He swears that's how
much he meant to hurt you:
nothing at all,
nothing at all…
Nothing at all,
nothing at all
[solo]
“Why are you freaking out?
This happens all the time!”
“I feel utterly devoured,
what you did was a crime!”
“You're lucky I'm so nice
It could have been way worse”
“You've cast upon my body
and soul a painful curse”
It cannot possibly
have been as bad as you
tell yourself it was,
tell yourself it was
He swears that's how
much he meant to hurt you:
nothing at all,
nothing at all…
Nothing at all,
nothing at all
Nothing at all,
nothing at all…
Nothing at all,
nothing at all
[whispered fade-out]
Nothing at all…
Nothing at all…
Nothing at all…
Nothing at all…
Nothing at all…
Nothing at all…
Nothing at all…
Ah-ooooh
Ah-ooooh
Ah-ooooh
Spooky oaks are now lampposts,
still dangerous to go out
Stop pretending you're that brave,
ignoring scary sounds
The concrete spilled a creepy critter,
maybe just on the outside
He tells you not to be afraid,
but he makes you wanna hide
Ah-ooooh
Ah-ooooh
He might be sorta cute,
he might be worth a walk,
could be the kind of guy
who you would like to stalk
You were naïve enough
to fall for golden eyes,
unconsciously expecting
the beast's hunger to rise
It cannot possibly
have been as bad as you
tell yourself it was,
tell yourself it was
He swears that's how
much he meant to hurt you:
nothing at all,
nothing at all
Ah-ooooh
Ah-ooooh
No-one can be trusted
till proven otherwise
Your illusions that this town was safe
have now met their demise
Acting strangely, people notice
How long to gather the guts
to open your ashamed mouth
and make them think you're nuts?
Ah-ooooh
Ah-ooooh
Maybe he's the only one
willing to hug you tight,
give you some wolfish love,
protect you from the night…
But on the other hand,
he ruined your so-so life
Going back ain't sensible,
let alone without a knife
Ooooh
It cannot possibly
have been as bad as you
tell yourself it was,
tell yourself it was
He swears that's how
much he meant to hurt you:
nothing at all,
nothing at all…
Nothing at all,
nothing at all
[solo]
“Why are you freaking out?
This happens all the time!”
“I feel utterly devoured,
what you did was a crime!”
“You're lucky I'm so nice
It could have been way worse”
“You've cast upon my body
and soul a painful curse”
It cannot possibly
have been as bad as you
tell yourself it was,
tell yourself it was
He swears that's how
much he meant to hurt you:
nothing at all,
nothing at all…
Nothing at all,
nothing at all
Nothing at all,
nothing at all…
Nothing at all,
nothing at all
[whispered fade-out]
Nothing at all…
Nothing at all…
Nothing at all…
Nothing at all…
Nothing at all…
Nothing at all…
Nothing at all…
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No room left for me
Seems like this word has ran its course, no room left for the gentle hearts, the ones who love the ones who care, the ones who want to hold ones tights.It seems as if those things are wrong, as if those things are sins or damns, if someway i could change there minds i would do so if it cost my life. Love does not mean the same these days, people throw it around like air, as if its a trend or the thing to say or as if they are obligated to feel the same.Sorry world but i cant feel the same its just wasn't meant to be.
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Dark Rain
"Dark Rain"
Boiling clouds of threatening murk,
Filling the sky from horizon to sights end,
Shadows deepen, creep and swell,
And lights seem dim and smothered,
The first drops fall
Remember; it's only rain
Thick sheets of glossy black,
Each drop like bitter corrosive tar,
Steak the buildings, paint the bricks,
Leave splashes of sorrow on the walls,
Leave tear marks on people's skin,
Always look forward; it's only rain
Trickling lines of sullen darkness creep,
Pouring over, around, and through,
Each path leeching heat, light, and life,
Like thieves taking happiness instead of gold,
Streets are dark as the rain falls
Keep you
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A Feel of Deprivation
I am a human, unique and set apart,
I celebrate myself and sing myself,
And so, like everyone, I deserve my own respect.
But your disregard and contempt for my human rights have resulted in barbarous acts which have outraged me and others,
But I shall not be taken lightly,
I permit to speak at every hazard, you do not control me.
I am allowed to stage a rebellion against your tyranny and oppression.
What say you about my rights?
Stop this day and night and you shall possess the origin of all poems,
Read my poems and you will see what you’ve done.
I have the right to recognition everywhere,
Even you,
You won’t listen to
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It's best to not explain much of what this one is about. Let's just say Little Red Hood got serious. I love the concept of addressing touchy subjects in an euphemized non-touchy way. As for the rhymes, the scheme is lazy, but cute: ABCB. The (main) title is justified by the “howls” of the song.
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Very open to several interpretations, I love that!
Nice job, buddy! I'm not a fan of poetry, but you do a good job, sir
Nice job, buddy! I'm not a fan of poetry, but you do a good job, sir