Its been awhile...~Ann aka. Annabeth
Lemons and OrangesLemons and OrangesLemons and Oranges
When life gives you lemons It is said to make lemonade. But what if there aren’t any lemons What can you make then?
Life isn’t a cakewalk, Or maybe it is, Depending on which version You see in the end.
No one is perfect, Not even a hero, But what of those people, Who care just for themselves?
How do you compete, With the viciousness of the world? Can life give you oranges Instead of lemons ?
Perhaps oranges are better The acid of the world in ones gut. Humanities chan
UntitledLies fall from their lips And yet people follow You listen to the words Now you are one of them You lying, impressionable bastardUntitled
Take those words said They have no true, deep meaning Your faith is in wain, for nothing God cannot save you "He" does not exist But as a figment of your imagination
Throw the Bible into the fires May they burn forever The depths of hell are deep Where many theoretically dwell
But none of this exists And you are blinded by an idea The falsified stories of long dead people Your new faith i
Please Forgive MePLEASE FORGIVE MEPlease Forgive Me
Please forgive me There’s something that I hide Hidden from your eyes Buried so deep inside
I’m so afraid I cannot tell you For fear of what you’ll say And do as a result
You aren’t the only one I fear my parents too In this matter I am scared For what is in my womb
People will look at me And think so many things But I will face the consequences For the actions in which I partake
We never meant for this to happen I was so scared it would It never should have happened But n
Demon In the MirrorDEMON IN THE MIRRORDemon In the Mirror
I stand before the mirror A reflection I can see The darkness deep in me The horrors I can be
I hide myself behind a mask Never to see the light of day But come the night I let it slip The evil escapes my control
A different person now stands
Before the mirror in night I cannot stand the sight The demon of the night
The mirror now cracks The shards fall to the ground And the evil dips to grasp
A jagged piece of glass
A downward thrust Into the wrists The pain I cannot
I 'm that crazy kid
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the demon Haiiro of the 9th plane of hell
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