Mom, what if the bed is a monster?
What if the pillow is a bait?
What if the blanket is his tool
To wrap little girls like me?
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Does he carry them far away
Where he actually dwells
Somewhere in a dark cave
Where he feasts and savours
Innocent, little girls like me?
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Does nobody fight back?
Is he too ugly? Too powerful?
Can I fight him, Mom?
Am I brave enough? Strong enough
To save little girls like me?
My dark shadow never leaves me
Follows me day and night
Follows me to all the places
Wherever there is light
…
My dark shadow keeps a watch
Stares right through my skin
At my soul in his control
Locked forever within
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My dark shadow always haunts me
Haunts me night and day
All my heart is torn apart
For she never goes away
A friend asked me to read his palm
“Tell me how long I’ve got
Am I going to live plenty?
Am I going to live a lot?”
…
Now he always likes to pull my leg
I’m not at all into reading lines
Yet I played along with him
Just this one last time
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I said, “This short line over here
That’s worrying I must say
I do not reckon you would
Make it past another day.”
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He chuckled and called me an ass
“How long do I get to live?
Is it a minute or an hour?
How much time do you give?”
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“Just a couple of minutes.” I said
And stabbed him several times
I chuckled and called him an ass
Just this one last time
I have a fear
That things are going to end
That dreams will never be fulfilled
That plans will remain incomplete
I have a fear
That places will never be seen
That things will never be spoken
That relationships will never be mended
I have a fear
That potential will be wasted
That no mark will be left
That no good will be remembered
I have a fear
That there is an escape route
But no efforts will ever be put
That fate was accepted without toil
I have a fear
That Death will overtake
That Death will overcome
That Death will overrule
The more I live, the more I believe
That we are all part of a videogame
That there are levels some of us may never reach
Hidden areas and secrets, unknown powers and potentials — things we may never know
That God holds the joystick and controls everything
That we are mere characters for amusement
And all we have is one life
When Jeff divorced his wife
She became the fourth richest woman
36 billion dollars!
When I broke up with my girl
She became the richest
She took all my love with her
I hear the clock there ticking away
Every night and every day
Every moment that passes me by
Brings me truth — I can’t deny
Inching closer to a big wall
With a door to allow us all
Entrance in the fire’s mouth
Where we’re all heading south
One by one they’ll call our name
The cruel Death and his dame
With laughter rising in the air
And fear sets the atmosphere
All these thoughts are scary, aren’t they?
The clock keeps ticking away
I guess my head just needs some sleep
To axe these thoughts — they’re buried deep
You wanted my money, honey
You wanted my fame, dame
You wanted everything that I had
But you didn’t want me
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You wanted gifts and presents
Every expensive accessory
All the things that cash could buy
But you didn’t want me
…
You wanted love and care
But never showed any in return
Love could never be unfair
Love was supposed to be fun
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Now I look back upon
The time we spent together
Wonder what a fool I
Had been all these years
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You wanted everything that I could give
But not everything that I was
You didn’t want me
So I didn’t want you
Some love you may have to lose
Some love you may glad to gain
But the greatest love you’ll ever know
Is the love you never attain
Oh your love
In those fine summer days
How mundane it had felt
And yet today
In these cold winter chills
I miss your love like hell
Frank Solanki 