Little lamb
With your playful cheer in the forest
The mother, if she is to know
The prettiest of smiles are but facades
The little lamb
He would have to hear his never ending requiem
A sense of impending doom is upon thee little lamb
Wolf of the night
He was the devil in disguise
For let it be known
First they listen to you
Then they pamper you
But then they trap you
His hands on the little lambs body
He is frozen
His mouth quivers
His heart cluches
The little lambs head was pounding.
He can\'t be saved for the beast has claimed him
In the desolate room, walls of yellow
The sense of comfort was but a deception
But the eyes of the walls, they saw
The littlelamb, now in the forest alone
He feels his body tainted
Groped
You may glue a vase together
But the cracks are still present
I feel a lump in my throat
going down to my stomach.
You may have sewn my mouth shut
But you forgot to keep my hands tied
With these hands of mine I will make art
There is no silence there is only surrender
And he will not be my linger
But what if one day I become the monster.
To say his name, will make me nauseous.
To remember his face one day -- will drive me to insanity and there\'ll be no clarity
But let this be known, mother
You cannot bury what is not already dead
And death is of extreme beauty