Sykoticstalker27

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! The hissing sound of spraying fills my ears And the smell of “Lil' Princess” Hair Spray Makes me choke and gag as it has for years But Mommy's  painfully tight grip stops me from squirming away Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Next comes the spray of fake tan, covering my legs and arms While delicate porcelain squares hide my missing baby teeth And still Mommy adds more gems, jewels and charms Until the girl I see in the mirror looks nothing like the real me Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! A warning from Mommy this time- be quiet and stay in place! While her hand gently zips up the sparkling dress, Mindful of a thousand pink s

I choose your lovely         Naughty lips         and yield to the taste                              of pleasure.

Mom, Do I have to say How sorry I am? I know that this hurt you Though that wasn't the plan I was going to be strong I was going to go on... Please tell Cam, The blame is my own He was the perfect big brother I only wish That I had told him so I had always thought That I'd make it in the end Guess I was wrong All over again Mom, it's not your fault So please don't think it is And one more thing Tell dad... That the baby was his

I turned my back on the harsh glare of headlights behind me. A horn blared in the distance, and I flinched slightly at the grating sound. Damn cars think they own the whole highway. I sighed and brushed back a stray strand of ruffled black hair away from my face. It had been a long night and my chest burned from too-deeply inhaling the cold January night air. In a futile attempt at warmth, I drew my thin black jacket tighter around myself and crossed my arms over my chest. And for a moment, I almost felt warm. My breath formed white, smoke-like puffs ahead of me. As I walked by it, my dark eyes were unconsciously drawn to the graffiti-

A familiar picture, slightly worn With curling edges and corners torn In the center, a flowery dress and giant grin Tightly clutching a favorite stuffed friend But the flow of space and time Has turned soft blond curls To thin red lines And the grin has now faded slightly Just too hard To be so completely happy And though a casual observer would have missed it Baby blues have darkened and become distant Black rings shad the eyes And take place of goofy smiles Just polite contentment To replace a child's innocence

She's got golden hair and glowing scales And smiles while the beast inside wails Her wings stir and spread And horns sprout out of her head Dragon riding! It's a dangerous game So sign down your name And prepare for the flame 'Cause she's lookin' for another life to claim Dragon riding! Be ready for the risk 'Cause you're next on list And this is more than just a game Blue eyes change to black and red Better watch where you tread This witch is looking for a fight And she's not afraid to bite Dragon riding! It's a dangerous game So sign down your name And prepare for the flame 'Cause she's lookin' for another life to claim

Please wake up I didn't mean to be so rough Just open your eyes And give me that familiar smile I promise not to hurt you anymore If you just pull yourself off the floor Now the blood is spreading even further Dear God, I've become a murderer! What kind of monster am I? I made her bleed; I've made her cry I have to do something- anything    First, I must stop panicking And find a place to hide the body Then I can escape without anyone seeing me Nobody will ever have to know ...Wait, did she just utter a tiny moan? Ah, so she's not dead after all Only a bit dazed from her fall Well, I suppose it's all for the best I'll just

A is for the Alligators that will quickly tear you to shreds B is for the Boogieman that hides Beneath your Bed C is for the Chilling laughter from your friendly neighborhood psychopath D is for slowly Drowning the next time you take a bath E is for Exciting and Exhilarating Electrocution F is for Flame-throwers, which are always lots of Fun G is for the Girl that seduces you before stabbing you in the Gut H is for the Hell you go through when she makes that first slow cut I is for the Icepick that so easily pierces the delicate skin J is for Jabbing you with the blade over and over and again K is for Killing, the greatest thrill of

I once had a friend named Lily Who was always so very silly Often she was hyper And on her head she wore a diaper And she liked to wear socks that were frilly

Time is ticking away Tick, tick ticking to the end of the day I'll have to run straight home again To be there before the darkness sets in And shadows spread across the land I must run, so far, so fast, from the Reaper's hand But it seems tonight that luck is not my friend I've been held back too far past the day's end The cold moon; it taunts me, hanging in the sky Staring at me as I run by Home is so close; I'm almost there Then I stumble, trip, fall into a snare Hidden shadows, my captor waited Smilng at me, caught in the trap he created Slowly he approaches, eyes glowing, hungry with desire His fangs, so sharp, so painful,