Flutterbrony31 Posted May 18, 2013 Share Posted May 18, 2013 The bread has a bed inside of my head While they sing to the dead for nights on end. Nobody knows how the melody goes But the power, it grows, from their heads to their toes And then we awake to the smell of the cake We decide to bake, lots of sweets we will make. I follow you home, where you're completely alone You're chilled to the bone and your reflexes are slown. Becoming as cold as slate, soon seeing the gate, One little mistake, your final request to 'wait' In a quick little flash, everything turns turns to ash No victor is here, what remains is fear There hardly was a clash, and I leave with a dash No one will cheer, but now on others we leer This isn't the end, and none can defend Against our neverending fight to show them the light Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Painted_Whore♥~ Posted January 28, 2014 Share Posted January 28, 2014 I just thought of Hansel and Gretel reading this Is that weird? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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