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Sam Riggs
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Little Dolls
Little dolls with eyes sewn shut
Like to play with knives that cut
They don't care who comes to play
They just want a friend to stay
With pink frills and little bows
Untied shoes and tattered clothes
They all hide behind their strings
Hoping not to break their wings
Behind their smile lay your death
Shortening with each foul breath
Watch your back for thorns and knives
As you now ruin your lives
Run away into the night
Scream and cry to find the light
Or you stay and play with them
Wishing you were in a rem
Little dolls with eyes cut out
They don't know what life's about
Show them now before they die
Fix their wings so they can fly.
SER
Barely Survived
Mascara, eyeliner, pink lipstick
A little blush will do the trick.
Living such an average life
Rainy days and killer knives.
I cut myself and then I died
Collapsed on the floor and shut my eyes
My heart just paused, my lips were dry
Nobody even bothered to cry.
Slowly inside a deep sleep,
Silent. Dead. No counting sheep.
Tradgic, silent, sad I recall
Evil laughs and creepy dolls.
Living such a tradgic life
Not lucky enough to barely survive.
Peace
What is the difference
Between love and hate?
What does it affect,
How do they relate?
Peace, peace.
Where are you?
I can't seem to find,
All the things that you do.
I'm not thinking clearly.
What am I saying?
I can't live with the dearly,
I swear I'm not praying.
The love that is sent,
And also recieved.
Is the affection I show,
And also conceived.
Where are you going to be,
When I fall down?
Will you pick me up,
And show me around?
I love the way this feels,
It's so sudden and new.
The thoughts make me wonder.
What would I do?
I can't seem to find,
What I'm looking for.
Then I realize.
What I really adore.
SER
And It's My Fault
It's all my fault,
For starting the fight.
Why can't we just talk,
Don't stay out of sight.
I see how you feel.
Do you see me now?
I think this is real.
Just please tell me how.
Don't yell, don't scream, and please don't cry.
That's my job today.
I know I'd rather live than die.
Don't contain,
All the feelings inside.
And please don't portray,
All the feelings you confine.
I love you dearly,
Can't you tell?
I know you hear me,
Please don't yell.
It's all my fault,
All the pain that was experienced,
Please forgive me for my actions,
And my ignorance.
Once again I'm sorry,
I know you may not believe it.
But please just tell me you love me,
And I swear I will perceive it.
So no more fighting,
And no more assualt.
It's completely pointless,
And it's all my fault.
SER
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