If you wake up one morning

and they tell you I'm dead

don't look around in shock

you knew i was fcked in the head

if they tell you

i cut to deep this time

don't wonder how i could

it's not a crime

if they Tell you

my blood stained the floor

don't lock yourself up

slamming the door

if mum breaks down

if she starts to cry

don't join in her sadness

it was my choice to die

if mum tells you she love's me

and if you say it too

think before you do

now that my life is through

if mum asks for your help

there is a funeral to attend

for a broken boy who's life

you couldn't mend

if mum says she wants red roses

of the fcking white one

tell her i want black roses

and to be buried with a gun

if she wants to dress me up

in the white dress she bought

get my used top and denim

in white i wont be caught

if she cries at the alter

help her to her seat

her heart is now broken

will she ever find her feet

if they sing the fcking church songs

that never made sense to me

go get skillet, or my chemical romance

the real me they will all see

if they go on and on

about everything i used to be

tell em to get fcked

cause they never knew me

if they ask why i have scars

tell em i couldn't cope

let em know there is almost 200

cause i ran out of hope

if you dream of me

of what i did that night

don't worry you'll never know

cause you wont get it right

if you think about my death

you cut the fck out of yourself

you lock yourself

upit's not good for your health

if you wonder what went through my mind

as the blade went across

it was all of you my angel

and all of the loss

if you think you could have saved me

stopped me before i went to far

helped me on my feet

caught a falling star

if you say you still love me

ars to your eyes

remember I'm still in your ear

and that will stop your cries

know i love you too

and I'll always be in your heart

I'll always be with you

if one day you remember my face

and it brings tears

Lucifer's song

Seductive melody is invoking,calling out for dance

bloody moon's the ruler of the night

Stars cherish, like reminders on darkened scars

left to testify above the horrid minds.

Sanguinary angels forgotten, now they fade

the demons are whispering chaotic prayers,

darkened flames of the emotions cremate every thought

as entwined liquid stars sing Lucifer's song.

Fallen Gods lustfully raging afore Creators dagger

the symbol of Lucifer's victory, the descant of blackness;

broken Sun slowly dieing while eternity bleeds

the dreams of lost shouts on the world are descend.

“Come one, come all, if you dare! Enter this house of unimaginable fear. Come inside and behold the horror! Your hidden evils revealed through the mirror…”

Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. One is tall, one is short, the third is-odd of a sort. One is happy, one is sad, one never showed emotions as a lad.

The evil clown entices them in, “come inside this haunted den. Inside you’ll find only what’s hidden, deep in your soul, from others forbidden.”

Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. Two are boys, one is female. She likes movies, music, and sea shells. She’s always looked up to both of her brothers-well that goes without saying because obviously they’re taller.

“Are you ready to enter this den of death? You’ll perish for sure, like all of the rest. Go in and find the path, it’ll lead you to be found,” tempted the ghoulish sadistic evil looking clown.

Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. They go into the place of evil intent, to find the center which the clown hath sent. Walking silently, drowning in fear, they finally discover the center…and the mirror.

“Look inside it, and be consumed. It will surely reveal your perishing doom.” Echoed the words of the evil clown, nothing else was heard-not a single sound.

Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. The oldest child sadly depressed in his heart, looked into the mirror first, and screamed with a start. The middle child next, looked into the mirror; he gave no reaction, not a glimpse of fear. The youngest stepped up, but quickly looked away, the nightmare she saw-she never would say.

The evil clown lets out a hideous chuckle, and begins to stretch and crack his knuckles. “My job is done, I know they had fun. One decides to shoot himself with a gun. One starts to party and break all the rules; he drowns himself one night while out on a cruise. The little one…her fate is unclear! Could she be the one I saw in the mirror?”

One little girl, who accepts her fate. Slaughters the clown with all of her hate. Because her brothers had seen their deaths, it ultimately led them to fulfill their quests. Perhaps not knowing how life ends is what keeps it going for all of her friends. No more deaths would this clown reveal. She killed him that night and destroyed the mirror.