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Lucky Break (DannyXReader)There was a rumor going around the Internet that one of your favorite bands, Ninja Sex Party, would be at the local shopping complex, scouting out a new actress for their upcoming video. You decided to go, unsure if the posts were to be trusted or not. However, you figured it couldn’t hurt to check it out, and if it was untrue, you’d still have a fun day shopping.
As you rounded the corner, a long line of women greeted you on the other side. Peering over the heads of the gorgeous ladies, you saw what you had been hoping for. Danny and Brian were sitting at a long table, giving interviews to the waiting women and deciding if they had what they were looking for. A few of the Grumps were there as well, helping out by handing out forms to everyone.
You wanted nothing more than to audition, but you knew it was a futile effort. You were nothing compared to the beautiful women that were lined up, and any attempt to compare yourself to them would be laughable. Sighing, you walked p
Lady WinterFrightful beauty shined from the ice in her eyes,
her chilly smile made your heart freeze in place
and with her always followed heavy gray skies,
stony composure lingers on her face,
the blizzards of her wind sound as Banshee cries,
drift to sleep and accept her silent embrace
smothered by the endless snow her hair,
with her purity and death hang in the air.
Test Subject #01Little bird, little bird, so brave and true
Chasing the sunshine with wings dyed with blue
I adore the dreams you sowed together
What if your dreams will not last forever?
Little bird, little bird, happy and free
Outside the cage, you are flying with me
I love the fact that you are in your best
What if I take you away from your nest?
Little bird, little bird, sing me a song
About the sky where we always belong
You voice is like a light fading away
You will be mine at the end of the way
Little bird, little bird, my world is you
Funny it is, you haven't cried a few
Stuck in prison, unable to get out
My little bird, no one can hear you shout
DriveStay focussed on the old, cracked pavement
as your wheels roll along the winding path
ignoring the screaming of your personal wrath,
lulling you to fall to sleep as a payment;
It whispers hate that echoes through your pathetic,
Empty head, only full now with the sounds
of screaming tires as the bitter taste of arsenic
Tricks your thoughts to let loose the guard hounds.
The screaming continues and the baying persists
all muddling your sense heading towards the bridge.
How much longer can you rely on your wits?
Gas pedal connects with floorboard, mind goes rigid.
Sharp turn to the left gets you over the rail
A moment left till you gasp for some air.
Thunder StrikesThunder strikes above the dark house on the hill
its foreboding silhouette glowing in the dark
as laughter comes from inside.
The laughter of children
(or perhaps that of a madman) is hidden as
thunder strikes above the dark house on the hill
Is that a family I see there?
or perhaps a killer? Nay, it must be kind
as laughter comes from inside
A scream is heard
but of joy or fear?
Thunder strikes above the dark house on the hill
Despite it's gloomy look
the foreboding house seems almost kind
as laughter comes from inside
A traveler walks inside
hoping for a meal and perhaps a bed
thunder strikes above the house on the hill
as laughter comes from inside.
Apocalypse RisingThe exterior door is shutting down.
The walls surrounding are feeling very
Caged. Noises of the dead rise up and scream.
Fingers scraping down, echoing through halls.
Slow movements, a shuffling, a skirmish, shots
Fired. Silence penetrating the building.
Then, footsteps coming ever closer near me.
Dead, alive? It could be either one. I
Hope for the living, pray the walkers stay
Away. Steak knife held close raised for combat.
I raise my arm to strike just to find Jan.
She’s alive! I thank the stars, we’re all we
Have left in this world of death and decay.
She grabs my arm, rushing down the hallway.
Running for our lives, we tumble and crash.
Falling down stairs we hear noises of the
Dead. They come crawling towards where we fell.
We are cornered in the groove. Quietly
We breathe. Hoping by the stars that they can’t
See us. They are close, moving nearer. I
Sneeze and it’s all over. They are coming.
Whispers in the dark.Tumbling in the darkness,
A little boy led astray,
Because the dark kept whispering,
For him to come and play.
He pulled and tugged and twisted,
But it ignored his plight,
It dragged him ever further,
Away from all the light.
It whispered pretty nothings,
He tried not to understand,
Whilst the grip just tightened,
Upon his little hand.
They never found his body.
They only heard his voice.
Forever calling out,
That he never had a choice.
Beware the dark my son,
It calls us whilst we sleep.
So curl up tight, ignore the night,
And dare not make a peep.
Statues of DeathAlways waiting patiently,
Never making themselves seen.
Greedy beings always searching for a meal.
Extracting your potential time,
Living off what would have been.
Sorrowful beings...and sorrow they bring.
Go to sleepRuby flames dancing in my eyes
Held no truth, full of lies
Adrenaline rushed inside of me
All displeasure, never glee
Hands clenched, face with tears
Dark thoughts filled with fears
Eyes mad, insanity snapped
Crimson blood all sapped
Chest numb, burning with hate
This is all, my only fate
"Kill kill" my mind always said
I want everyone to be dead
Man sleeping in one's bed,
Blurry vision, flames in red
Closer and closer, I go
Almost there, to my foe
Knife dangling in my hand
To slaughter this one man
The man's soul must be reaped
Smile on face, "Go to sleep..."
MonsterI peal my skin off layer by layer
reaching behind my head first, tearing through my hair
I rip it up and over to reveal my skull
A bloody grimace with a smile more than full
I pull one arm free, then the next
I push the fleshsuit down past my chest
I step out of my skin, one leg at a time
and hang this flesh toned disguise of mine
For I'm a monster as you now can see
Hiding amongst society
Kiss Me In The GraveyardKiss me in the graveyard.
I know it may sound strange
But I assure you, you’ll like it,
Though it appears deranged.
Touch your lips softly to mine,
As we sit here alone.
You’ll soon forget, within due time,
That this is where ghosts roam.
Kiss me in the graveyard
While you hold onto me.
Think not of corpses buried here
Beneath the dying trees.
Fear not the sound of gusting wind,
The feel of ice-cold rain,
Nor the sight of ghouls and spooks
As they rise once again.
I know I may not smell too sweet,
My eye sockets black holes.
Please don’t mind my hanging flesh
And my lack of a soul.
Just kiss me in the graveyard.
Say that you’ll stay with me.
For I’m your rotting lover, now
And for eternity!
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