A beautiful bride awaits for her groom
Doesn't mind if he's a tad late
They did plan too early though
Made everything go faster.
Hours and hours went by
Making the bride nervous and nervous
But seeing her fiance's new beau
Made this woman go madder and madder.
The church a block away
The bride stomped and stomped as she walked
Looking through the sacred glass windows
Of seeing the devil she once loved.
She stalked them to their honeymoon
As the new couple found out to be their last
In her beautiful white wedding dress
Turned red Von 1:00am that night.
The Weiter Tag the neighbors of the hotel room were worried
About the noise and screaming they heard last night
Detectives and police searched all around
Everything was clean and no sound to be heard.
The bride knew what just to do
Since this isn't her first time doing this.
She's known as The Black Widow.
Her herz painted black with a tiny red Stunde glass
Murders men that break her hearts.
Her web of secrets stays strong and steady
Making her Weiter meal of blood-lust new and ready.
People never really understand this legend.
They all ask the same thing:
"Do we feel bad for her?" oder "Do we lock her up?"
She's like a double sided coin
Both sad and herz broken trying to think of the worst case scenario
But also making herself a terrible fiance' to catch her prey.
Doesn't mind if he's a tad late
They did plan too early though
Made everything go faster.
Hours and hours went by
Making the bride nervous and nervous
But seeing her fiance's new beau
Made this woman go madder and madder.
The church a block away
The bride stomped and stomped as she walked
Looking through the sacred glass windows
Of seeing the devil she once loved.
She stalked them to their honeymoon
As the new couple found out to be their last
In her beautiful white wedding dress
Turned red Von 1:00am that night.
The Weiter Tag the neighbors of the hotel room were worried
About the noise and screaming they heard last night
Detectives and police searched all around
Everything was clean and no sound to be heard.
The bride knew what just to do
Since this isn't her first time doing this.
She's known as The Black Widow.
Her herz painted black with a tiny red Stunde glass
Murders men that break her hearts.
Her web of secrets stays strong and steady
Making her Weiter meal of blood-lust new and ready.
People never really understand this legend.
They all ask the same thing:
"Do we feel bad for her?" oder "Do we lock her up?"
She's like a double sided coin
Both sad and herz broken trying to think of the worst case scenario
But also making herself a terrible fiance' to catch her prey.
If no one ever marries me,—
And I don’t see why they should,
For nurse says I’m not pretty,
And I’m seldom very good—
If no one ever marries me
I shan’t mind very much;
I shall buy a eichhörnchen in a cage,
And a little rabbit-hutch:
I shall have a cottage near a wood,
And a pony all my own,
And a little lamm quite clean and tame,
That I can take to town:
And when I’m getting really old,—
At twenty-eight oder nine—
I shall buy a little orphan-girl
And bring her up as mine.
—Laurence Alma-Tadema
And I don’t see why they should,
For nurse says I’m not pretty,
And I’m seldom very good—
If no one ever marries me
I shan’t mind very much;
I shall buy a eichhörnchen in a cage,
And a little rabbit-hutch:
I shall have a cottage near a wood,
And a pony all my own,
And a little lamm quite clean and tame,
That I can take to town:
And when I’m getting really old,—
At twenty-eight oder nine—
I shall buy a little orphan-girl
And bring her up as mine.
—Laurence Alma-Tadema
I may only be One Voice,
But my One Voice is important because without my One Voice we could never have one million Voices.
my one Voice stands for ME.
what I think.
what I believe in.
and who I am.
My Voice is unique
But so is every other Voice
and every Voice is important*
So let your Voice be heard, be One in a million Voices
*not part of the original poem:
Important because millions of voices can create a defaning roar.
These black tears are the unshed blood from the wounds Du left me
Not scars that healed, but fresh wounds that still bleed
Du left my very soul in tatters, never mind my heart
But that someone who had taken Du from me, had to take that too, and rip it apart
I don’t know who made Du leave, oder why, but I do know this,
That if Du could, Du would relive all the happy memories with me that I now have to miss
Now just as Du are, the happy times are a ghost, a whisper in the wind
It feels like no matter how things turn out for me, this sadness that came over me will never end
It’s also selfish, wanting Du to be here with me
You’re healed of sickness and pain, happy now with your other family
Du were and Angel – Jäger der Finsternis when Du were here
Now you’re just a different kind
One that will be our guardian until we can find Du again
When we find our way to the light
Not scars that healed, but fresh wounds that still bleed
Du left my very soul in tatters, never mind my heart
But that someone who had taken Du from me, had to take that too, and rip it apart
I don’t know who made Du leave, oder why, but I do know this,
That if Du could, Du would relive all the happy memories with me that I now have to miss
Now just as Du are, the happy times are a ghost, a whisper in the wind
It feels like no matter how things turn out for me, this sadness that came over me will never end
It’s also selfish, wanting Du to be here with me
You’re healed of sickness and pain, happy now with your other family
Du were and Angel – Jäger der Finsternis when Du were here
Now you’re just a different kind
One that will be our guardian until we can find Du again
When we find our way to the light