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It is upon this twisted road On gloomy night With foggy sight That I wait For you to come to me. The angels said That its alright For me to wait this night Until the time You come to me. For one day When your time has come And life is done I'll be waiting on this forgotten road For you to come to me. Dad, don't be sad And mum don't cry It was just my time to die But I'll be here When you come to me. I'm waiting on this lonely road So patiently For you to come to me And then you'll see You don't have to walk to heaven alone.

Know the life you're ment to live Know the song you're ment to sing Know the fire in you're soul Know it all before you go Know the path you're ment to walk Know the words you're ment to talk Know the pattern of you dance Know it before you miss your chance Know the stirrings of your heart Know the cryings at their start Know the pain deep inside Know it from where it lies

    John opened the fridge door, looking in carefully. "Bloody hell!" He whispered, looking at the face which was staring bact at him with glossy eyes. With an air of resighned disgust John reached around the head and pulled out a bottled water. "Sherlock." "Hmm?" Sherlock was sitting on the couch, hands held paryer style over his mouth. "Why is there a head in the fridge?" John asked, sitting across from his lanky friend. "Experiment." John sighed. "But a whole head?" "The experiment wouldn't work with a partial head John! You need the whole head!" Sherlock yelled. John blinked, taken aback at Sherlock's snippy mood. "Are you a

Dark is rising Fears renewed Fog is closing on you On you Nightmares chasing With glowing eyes Tracing you with crimson ties Running and prancing In the forest of Theives The trees did watch With sorrowed ease. In this forest Of reality No one here can hear you scream Dark is rising Fears renewed Death is closing on you On you

I told you once I'd take you home That I'd never say goodbye But now the fact must be known That it is almost time. Through all these roads we've wondered Through all our doubts and fears We've always stuck together Through all the blood and tears. I've carried you many miles Up these mountians and hills For your feet began to tire And your breath had all but stilled. Yet I've left a path of blood Crimson in the snow And my mind has finally told me That its time to let go. You see, my limbs are getting heavy, My heart is beating slow My eyes are finally closing But I wanted you to know That even though my song is done M

Sticks and Stones will break my bones, But words will never hurt me. Sticks and Stones will break my bones, But words will always kill me. Sticks and Stones will break my bones, But knives will kill me faster. Through all these years and all my fears I've gone from one to three. Though the words can't hurt me And knives won't draw my blood,   My bones have always broken.

 "Ah. Miss Alice. How are you feeling tonight?" He asked, holding out a gnarled hand. "A little bit s-stiff." I answered. The man chuckled. I reached up my hand and took his. He pulled me from the coffin and helped me out of  the hole. As I watched his sharp blue eyes seemed to cloud over, as if a spider had made its home there, and his face wrinkled as though he was aging in a single moment. "Is something wrong?" He asked. "No." I answered, brushing dirt off my dress, looking around. The man closed the coffin lid and started refilling the hole. I grabbed a shovel that lay by the pile of dirt, my mind only half wondering why the man had