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Dinnerdo you hear the drips on the floor?
it comes from he who hangs on the ceiling.
it was because he came in through my door,
and his presence was way less than appealing.
catch me at a bad time, he did.
right in the middle of my meal.
but the poor bastard ran and hid,
before he went through the deliciously gruesome ordeal.
"let us mourn the poor soul," they all will say,
for they cannot recognize what was left.
bones and a half-eaten fish-looking fillet,
all very delicious to my palette.
but catch me, they did not, no, not yet.
for i am one with the light of the fading sunset.
but fear not, only worry or maybe fret,
because now i prowl at your doorstep
Rag DollSee that rag doll on the street?
It has its own story to tell.
How it and its previous owner would meet,
Way before it was cast into hell.
The delicate features on its face,
The craftsmanship of its hair.
A look that nothing could replace,
Wasted without a single care.
Now, sadly, it as nowhere to go.
Blinded, unfortunately, it can no longer see.
Its bliss turned to sorrow,
What was broken can no longer be.
So i take the doll and bring it home,
So i might save another soul from being alone.
Changeive always been the rebound,
never the mvp.
never given a second look,
but soon we'll see...
always the weaker,
always the last.
always in the crew,
never the cast.
so i'll change how i look,
i'll change my style.
i'll be something else,
maybe just for a while.
i'll try something new,
maybe i'll let some things stay,
either way something's changing,
trust me, it's better this way.
still so much to do,
so close to the deadline set.
so what's there left to fix?
was every expectation met?
so here i am,
it's the new me.
get ready motherfuckers,
in one.. .two.... three
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