They Won't Bother YouDon't fear the dead child,but oh, notice them so.Don't try to contact those,from 1000 years ago.The dead cannot harm us,unless we choose war.Mary who is Bloody,and a Ouija board.Be careful of these,and careless the less.These stories are real,so dear God may bless.Don't believe me?That's fine.But here's a thought,a question of mine.If these things are fake,then why does it say.Right on the box,in that nightmare-ish way."What starts as a game,"(and I know it sounds fun.)"Becomes a living nightmare."And then your life's done.
Look Into my EyesLook into my eyes, oh tell me what you see.Tell me of the broken heart, tell me of the pain.The hurt, it hurts, and whispers now.Like a scream in the pure of night, reminds me of the tears.Tell me how my tears fall, they weep within my heart.Tell me how the days drag by, and time itself speeds up.Some poems rhyme, and others don't.Seasons change, but people won't.Look into my eyes, tell them what they can't see.Tell them of the broken heart, tell them of the pain.