Muses-midnight

(a man stares out the window. then he looks around his office."it's so empty.So empty.....Nothing but work ,cocaine, and more work,"he thinks. Finally after staring for several minutes, he backs 6 ft away from the window, picks up a chair, and throws it at the glass. The glass breaks as the chair penetrates it and the man, while screaming madly, runs and jumps out the window. The secretary enters the room."jim, i heard all the commotion.Is everything al-" She sees the broken glass of the window and thinks the worst.She screams.Then she notices she's not the only one in the room screaming. She stops. The other voice stops too. She walks behin

(7 yrs. later,car on the way to penitentiary) Selena Flashback to news article:YOUNG GIRL PUTS AWAY "LADY KILLER"9 yr old selena browning witnessed L'adeine Carter, her late father's former secretary also known as Lady Killer, murder her father  in his 6th floor office at the Ameri building. Browning testified against carter during the trial and has finally been brought justice when the jury sentenced Carter to spend life in prison. Carter had allegedly pushed Jim Browning out the window. After breaking the glass. Coming soon.......(Penitentiary:Selena "confronts" "Lady Killer"(forgive the short entries.Trust me there's a legitamate reason

life has scarred my heart, my mind& soul year after year yet i only shed 1 tear all this pain & thats all i can produce? my eyes should be running like faucets,tears falling in twos there are so many things that haunt me yet 1 lil tear is all you see it seems like my pain is stuck with me now for only 1 lil tear decided to go south and now its been wiped away nothing else has fallen to compensate so i remain a tortured soul fore my eyes have not fufilled their role its an insult to all my pain and fear for my eyes to produce only 1 lil tear

im just hanging onto a piece of thread theres blood on my shirt from where my heart bled and some on my back where people stabbed me bruises on my arms from when people jabbed me battle scars are everywhere on my body from when life raged war and my own soldiers were mutinous and rowdy future seems cloudy but i havent let go yet im still holdin on and i must admit i never thought id be this strong Skeletons hang in my closet and i still got more to deposit they try to come back and haunt me tellin' me my friends in hell still want me but ive been down that road before and those old pains from my battle scars are hard to

jack and jill went up the hill to smoke some marijuana jack got high unzipped his fly and asked jill did she wanna jill said yes and dropped her dress and the both started attacking each other stupid jill forgot her pill and now they have a son

weather man Jim:"and the forecast for Hell is (laughs) Well you guys are in for a little snow (laughs harder) Thats right folks.Throw on some snow boots and get ready to make a couple snow angels. My sources tell me this snow is gonna stick too, so bundle up you hellions.(laughs hysterically and falls to the floor.Then he explodes and goes on a slow fall to hell) Anchor: "well thats the weather for the good people of---(ahem) for the residents of hell.(suddenly cheerful) Now lets take a look at the weather in your neck of the woods." Satan:BWA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!

when the world is dark and cold and ive lost all courage within me when my endurance folds ill still have my dreams a time i can forget a time i  can create the life i want to have if only in my dreams

the blood is on my hands trickling through my fingers it leaves a permanent stain in my memory, on ev'ry thought and in my dreams and though this gauze can hide the scar that lingers there is still the pain punishment for having foolishly fought to tear the seams still hoping nightmares arent the only kind of dreams still wondering if death really is the only way to be freed still wishing for my cherished destiny Hard to wash away the crime disguising the ever so brilliant red it stands out in the darkest light, chilling me to the bone marrow within unable to go back in time without a doubt i shall suffer eternally for

If you asked me,the world's going to meet its demise from lung cancer cause they've all got cigarette smiles as their tears, the kind that comes from crocodiles leak and they beg me for sympathy it wont come from me Cloud after cloud of poisonous air coming from their mouths disguised as advice (but really it gets you nowhere) has log taxed my lungs i have trouble breathing in this world of devious,deceitful people it's hrad to soar high in the sky like an eagle The smoke's so thick it's hard to fly Yes, lung cancer's the way we're all going to die Unless we commit to quit and clean the air up, so we're able to breathe it.

i roll with the punches let the beast escape my clutches then take a beating or two somehow i make it through that's just what i do easy goin' oh,so slow and i go with the flow when i dont know if im gonna survive... i walk the lonely road of independence with no pittance nor friend cause im an outcast deep within myself, i make stops but only temporarily and like a nomad, i wander on when the goin gets too tough i move on rolling with the punches not doin so much as others tend to cause ive lost the will to lost the life inside ive given up this fight