If you are sleepy
close your eyes
count to ten
then you'll arise in a world of fantasy
You'll find unicorns and fairies
a rainbow or two
prince's slaying dragons
and sorcerouses too
You can watch the sunset behind the hills
Then all of a sudden you are not watching the sun anymore
you are staring at your ceiling
and your fantasy world has disappeared

By: Sasha (Written at the age of 12)

Greed?

The twisted face of greed
Has shown me its darkness;
Given me want and desire
For more than I need.

Step on toes, friends and family.

Orchestra of cold stares.
The lights dimm; the eyes burn.
Take my anything, just fix the space:
I'll sell you all my tomorrow's
For a taste of the knife.

I'll give my life, my blood
And if need be,
Your life and your blood.

I'll take for greed.

Never despair!
Narrow pathways
Twisting round the smiles;
Heartless glances,
Through the blackness;
Take me anywhere but up.

Darkness surrounds
Fueling the deepness
Drowning out the light.
Scratching and clawing
My way out.

Wake up sweating.

Searing my face like invisible coals.
The only thoughts that matter
Are the thoughts I don't have.
Emptiness has become full.
Goals have become
thoughtless actions.
Greed is my movement.

Tearing at my soul:
The twisted face
Has made me Its darkness;

Taken my want and desire.

For more than I need.

By: Rapture and Denial

(Untitled)

The pain, the heartache, the waiting,
Every second an hour, every hour a day,
The heartbreaking cries of a family in agony,
No comfort, no solace, each in their own private hell.

And at it�s core was you, a faceless, nameless nobody,
Sweeping through our lives with an intensity that shook us,
Leaving misery and death in your wake,
I hated you with all the passion my childish heart was capeable of.

You sick twisted excuse for life,
Damn you and all your kind,
What you stole from me was irraplacable,
What you stole from that child was his life.

One little boy in a sea of millions,
Who�s future you so thoughtlessly destroyed,
A beautiful, loving innocent child,
What gave you the fucking right?

Did it make you feel superior having all that power?
What beat in that place where your heart should have been?
Couldn�t you feel his fear? Were you deaf to his pleas?
Christ were you so blind to his tears.

Then fate raised it�s beautiful head and then it was your turn,
Did you cry and plead for your sorry life?
Did you feel lost and alone when no-one listened to your pleas?
Now who�s the one holding all that power?

A slow torturous death, even that was too good for you,
So you see, you weren�t the only one who could inflict such pain,
Did you think of Gregory as the last breath left your body?
I did you bastard and we laughed as childen do.

Sweet justice. A life for a life,
Even a life as worthless as yours,
Burn in hell for eternity, you sick fuck,
While my Darling walks amoung the Angels.
(DO UNTO OTHERS)

By: Sue