Don't Judge Me!Don't Judge Me!:Hey! You! Ya, you!Who are you to judge me?!I put my life on the line.I fight battles to keepYour pretty little face intact.So that you can be free,To do things you want to do.So tell me, who are youTo judge me!?Hey! Why do youJudge me by what I wear?!Sure, I wear black every day.But that just happens to be myFavorite color.At least I don't dress like A whore, like you!Sure, I listen to rock.But hey, that is just my style.Deal with it.So tell me, who are youTo judge me!?Hey! Why judge meBecause of what I watch?!They are not cartoons!They are anime!Cartoons are for kids,Little children who are to youngFor reality.Anime is for mature audiences.They teach a valuable lesson.They are gory, saddening.But they also teach you,Not to be a douche like you!So why judge me!?We may be different people.But we are not inhuman beings.We have feelings.We also cr
A Night In A Cave (Cross Marian x Reader)(I am sorry it is short! But I hope you like it anyway!)"You idiot, I told you too be careful." Cross sighed heavily as he finished lighting a fire in the dark cave you both had to seek refuge in. It was late at night and you both were heading across Asia to get to Japan. He decided to run away from the order once more and decided to drag you his new apprentice, along for the ride. About and hour ago, it started to rain. It had quickly turned from a slight sprinkle to a massive thunder storm. It was creating huge areas of dirt into massive puddles of mud. You, and being your 'idiot' self, weren't paying attention as to where you were walking and tripped. You fell right into one of these death traps of mug and got stuck when trying to get out. Cross had to pull you out, and you both ended up covered in mud. Lets just say, he wasn't very happy afterwards. "I said I was sorry." You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "Sorry doesn't clean
Bad Apple! (Lyrics)Bad Apple!:Ever on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agonyTill slowly I forget and my heart starts vanishingAnd suddenly I see that I can't break free--I'mSlipping through the cracks of a dark eternityWith nothing but my pain and the paralyzing agonyTo tell me who I am, who I wasUncertainty enveloping my mindTill I can't break free, andMaybe it's a dream; maybe nothing else is realBut it wouldn't mean a thing if I told you how I feelSo I'm tired of all the pain, of the misery insideAnd I wish that I could live feeling nothing but the nightYou can tell me what to say; you can tell me where to goBut I doubt that I would care, and my heart would never knowIf I make another move there'll be no more turning backBecause everything will change, and it all will fade to blackWill tomorrow ever come? Will I make it through the night?Will there ever be a place for the broken in the light?Am I hurting
Here They Come~ (This Is It.)Inspired By Undertaker.Here They Come~:I see them coming.One, two, three, four.So many, too many.Humans go to extremes.This it it, the end.They are armed, pointedto the teeth.This it it, the end.Here they come~Boom, bang, clang.Fire, smoke, death.One, two, three, four.The bodies hit the floor.This is it, the end.Blood everywhere,as far as the eye can see.This really is it,the end.Here they come~These humans, they falljust like flies do.I find myself surrounded,by these invaders.This it it, the end.Too bad for them,they could have lived longer.This it it, their end.Here they come~Once again,one, two, three, four.These ones, notvery bright, am I right?That was it, their end.Haha! Hahahaha!Yes, shall I create them?My dear corpse, youshall be a doll.One bizarre doll.This is not your end.Here we come~ Back in my home,I make you into it.
Burnette StyleThis is for my friend Courtney.Burnette Style:A pain brush is my best friend.I create works of art with a waveOf my hand.With a pencil between my fingers,Magic flows onto paper.Like a wizard,Waving their wand.My art work is beautiful,.People say I have a gift.And they are right.You can tell my anything.I won't judge you,Not at all.So you disagree with what I say,That is you own opinion.I honestly don't care.I am open-minded.In fact, tell me what you think.I welcome it.Not many people have respect.But I do.I see people hate.Hate on teachers.Hate on their own parents.Sure we argue at times,But I do not call anyoneMean names!People should have more respect.We are still children,So we should shut up,And be respectful.My friends say I am funny.I think that's true.One time I told a really funny story,I had my friends rolling.Some even cried at what I said.Making them laugh,Makes me feel so happy.Even I laugh,And I am the one who tol