funkeysanddance

Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, Whispers in my ear, “My sweet beloved, Why must you shed those tears?” Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, What can I say? If only the world Was not colored in grey. Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, Cannot understand, Why I have guilt Stained to my hands. Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, Struggles to ask, “Why the rope? And what’s in the flask?” Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, Allow me to explain. Something went wrong, And I shot her in the brain. Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, Please close your eyes. I don’t want you to see me, When I say goodbye. Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, Sitting in a chair, Nothing can save me. Not even

Mirror, mirror on the wall, Your lies will never disguise my flaws. I am no princess. I have no class. Some might say I'm even white trash. Speaking of white, My skin nearly lights up the night. I am merely just too pale. Blue strokes line my body from veins, Like connect the dots, But my body is no childish game. I guess it appears to be though, I'm just too fat and crooked, you know. I've tried to starve. I've tried to exercise. It's no wonder I don't attract any guys. They say men fall for blondes, But, of me, they are not fond. My ends are too scraggly. And they're all dead. It always looks like I just crawled out of bed. S

Who ever said that you were allowed to leave? Be drafted away to a war so cold, And leave alone the one that matters the most? You claim you need to protect the kingdom, But what about the princess? What if she doesn't have her knight? "Then what?" She ponders in her throne, Every evening until the sun peaks above the clouds. She never sleeps a wink. What if you simply knew, That waterfalls glimmer down her face, At the mere thought of your demise? Would you tell her you love her, And embrace her sweet royalty, In your arms before you leave? Every princess needs her knight, To blind her from the madness That makes the world rotate in re

Let me remedy your sorrow, And lead you to the light. Simply take my warming hand, And follow me through the night. Because you, my dear, have suffered enough, From the evil buried beneath your skin. And you know that everything is now too tough, To remain on this earth, with your unruly sins. So baby, let me save your dieing soul, From what will eventually come to be. And I'll take care of your shattering heart, Forever up above, you and me.

Take my hand, And we will go far. Far past the Dead Sea, Just you and me. A place unknown, To the average life form. A place that only we can see, The answer to our prayers and plea. So if you can still hear my call, Way out there, In the mysterious afterlife world, Take my hand, And we will go far. Far past that big oak tree, A place for just you and me, Somewhere we can be set free.

In a once inhabited room, Where the mint-green paint chips off the cement walls, And the wooden shelves began to decay, Lies the evidence of a family brought upon death. Gas masks and broken toys. "Where are we going, mommy", The walls shriek a memory of a little girl's voice. She probably held the once in tact baby doll, That now lays disembodied on the top shelf, Along with the other gas masks and broken toys. "Anywhere but here", The mother most likely replied frantically. Trying desperately to pull a gas mask over her face, Too late: the poisoned air had taken them. And now all that remains are the gas masks and broken toys.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, I am, most certainly, not the fairest of them all. You say you show my reflection, But clearly it's a lie. For my hair is too thin, And my smile not bright. Mirror, mirror on the wall, My body is only filled with flaws. No amount of lotions or creams, Can hide the scars beneath the seams. And no amount of make-up, Can cover what I've already seen. So this time mirror, When I open my eyes, I want to see what everyone else sees. Cause mirror, mirror on the wall, I cannot be the fairest of them all.

Her slit wrists tell her story.

One chance: better go for it.

What are we? Just another love story, Waiting to fall apart from the bind. You gave me your hand, And I gave you my heart. An uneven balance of pure lust, Slowly withering away into nothing but dust. Better to back out now, Than to suffer from your lack of love. But with every slight touch, I beg for more. Just something more.