Nicholas Neato

Biography of Nicholas Neato
Nicholas Neato Poems
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Metaphore, Metaphore, Even The Score
This body, it's been used It's broken and abused The shell of a boy Telling tells of a lonely youth -
Living In A Dream
I am the walking dead Constant moving, like a stream I'm walking through this life as if I'm nestled against a dream -
Letter From A Thief (Dear Princess)
Hey there miss soon to be queen Would you shed your skin with me? Run away, disappear, and sin with me? Leave your home and re-begin with me? -
I Didn'T Make The Sea, The Sea Made Me
It's so true It's the truth And it's never been enough Enough of what you put me through -
Act Four; Part One: Hand Full Of Bullets
This ones for you Anyone else who gets hit from this Well, we'll just call it a gift Open your eyes real wide -
Say This Five Times Fast
Impersonal personals Impersonating the unpredictable While claiming the unacceptable And expecting the impressionable -
Fake Soilders With Real Toys
Grab your gun, boy Shoot and run, boy Know what I mean, boy Fake soldiers with real toys -
I Am The Almighty Lion (Try To Stop Me)
To anyone who understands I've died three times before I use to be a loving human Tried to be mommies little boy -
Dreaming Of Her Love
Under the moon's light I go into a dream Of a better lover by my side In her eye's, a shinning gleam -
That's Right, I Said It
This heavy heart Line after line I just need to get this right I need to get something right -
Act Ten: The Road Back To Self Discovery
So you want to save yourself Just not sure how Not sure what's right from wrong Not sure to whom you bow -
Kissing You Kissing Me
Dreaming up the past When our ignorance was our bliss Remembering life back then I could only starve for your kiss -
Your Just Asking For It
Heart on your sleeve? Put it back in your chest You should bite your tongue Nobody likes a bloody wreck -
Silly Me
Corroding corrosions This makes me sick To think of your lies Is to not get my fix
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Who are you kidding kid
Living as long as me
Well thats something you never did
And despite what you think
What you've been led to believe
Your vision is blurred
For years been deceived