Individual poems
Wolf at the Doorframe He dies like a thousand men no one will cry for, slumped sideways in a borrowed armchair that still smells like last week’s party and spilled beer,TV whispering in the corner, phone buzzing on the table with messages from people who don’t know yet and won’t say his name when they […]
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Whispers in the DarkOutroLanternless miles watch her pass while every shadow offers termsand every term runs stark,She turns them down with measured steps that nail a route,and leaves them talking to the bark.
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Wicked Little Miss MuffetOutroField exhales, the crickets try,the hedge keeps secrets grim,She leaves her bootmarks black and long,the moon keeps pace with them.
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Web of the QueenI am the Queen, and my venom runs deep,In my web,the darkness will creep.Every strand holdssecrets untold,A maze spun in shadows cold. Come closer now, you cannot stray,Your every breath gives life away.Thetighter you pull, the deeper you’ll sink,No path remains to even think. Beware my name, my tangled snare,Once you’re caught,
Where Do Nightmares Find Their RestCan you tread the path you’ve found,In a landwhere moments freeze?Why do secrets echo around,Hinting at destinies you can’t seize?Do you trust theglowing eyes,That watch from shadowed glades?Have youdared to analyze,The truth behind the masquerades?
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Velvet ChainsFinal ChorusWrap me in your scarlet chains and pulluntil the past goes mute beneath the pounding in my veins,Sing me quietwhile the lilies climb my legs like truths I’m too arousedand tired to explain,Brand my ribs with every vow I never meantbut let you write across my skin like sacred stain,If I wakeand choose
Web of WarSpin your web, but it won’t hold,We’ll tear it down with hearts of gold.Threadby thread, your empire dies,We’ll burn your world beneath the skies. Each step we take, a stand we make,through fields of broken light,Through lands where dreams dissolve and break,where hope gives way to night.Yet we endure, with spirits fierce,through webs
Up The Hill[Final Chorus]Up the hill, the sugar burns,nothing sweet can cover that,All the ginger,all the churns can’t disguise a heart gone flat,Every cookie hides a price,every promise leaves a mark,Up the hill,you learn the cost of letting hunger steer the dark.Up the hill, the embers fade,but the lesson doesn’t heal,Every kindness thrownlike bait teaches
Toymaker’s GrinOutroThe sign swings once like a tongue that can’t forget her name,then stills,She walks, and every measured step extracts its fee from hills.
Twisted EchoesTwisted echoes, they claim your name,Through endless dark,it’s all the same.No way forward,no turning back,You’re lost inside the Crooked Track. Each footfall breaks the fragile ground,A symphony of haunted sound.In every pane,your fears take shape,Their claws dig deep; there’s no escape. In the halls where whispers dwell,Each step brings you closer to hell.Yetin the
