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Your Love Keeps Me Going

The love you show me,
Keeps me warm at night.
When the world is lonely and cold,
And Darkness shows His might.
 
Yet you keep my fears at bay,
And insert a little light.
The world is no longer cold,
And I no longer fear the night.
 
Safety is found in your arms,
When your holding me tight.
I feel your love deep inside,
And my world is no longer night.
 
And when I hear your voice,
My world becomes light.
And I know in my deepest heart,
That this, that WE are right.

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On Silent Wings

Raindrops trail down her face,
Streaking through the grime.
She's in such a lonely place,
Trying to break free.

She looks up at the night sky,
Counting all the little stars.
Wishing that she could fly,
And leave her despair behind.

She cries out in the night,
When Fear and Loneliness take her.
Despair has her in His might,
And refuses to let go.

The Angel of Death,
Comes on silent wings,
He takes her final breath;
A gentle release.

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Sex-Starved

Desire coursing through my veins,
Blazing a trail through my sex-starved body.
Thought-patterns cease in my brain,
And a feral hunger dwells within my eyes.

This primal urge, this unslaked lust,
Takes control of my heated blood.
I burn like I'm about to self-combust,
As this fire consumes my body and soul.

This hunger for you I cannot deny,
Nor do I want to quench this thirst.
Take me baby, take me high,
And we shall plummet to the depths of Hell.

Desire coursing through my veins,
Blazing a trail through my sex-starved body...

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Dark Prose

A happy little girl. Bright colors and sunshine. She grows older and enters middle 
school. She is teased constantly. Not the right hair. Not the right clothes. It hurts, 
oh God it hurts. She forgoes colors. Black and gray are good enough. She gets older 
and older still. High school; a new place, new adventure. Dare she hope...new 
friends? Foolish, foolish girl. New friends? New enemies...new pain. Dyed hair...what 
color? Black. Black hair, black clothes...black heart. Poetry, music, the only escape. 
Dark, Pain, Despair...Destroyed. Heart bleeding and inside she's screaming. but no 
one sees. No one hears. Alone...so alone. Who would understand? No one. Dying 
inside. Drowning in pain bottled up. Invisible. Misunderstood. Who is she? Who is 
she!?! Screaming, bleeding, dying. What a waste. That's what she is, a waste of 
space, a waste of breath. Better off without her. The world's better off. Despised, 
Destroyed...Death.

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Please Listen

Please listen to me,
For I'm crying out in pain
As you begin to see,
That my life is not the same.
Listen to my voice,
And hear what is not said.
I am given no choice,
I follow where I'm lead.
 
Please listen to my tone,
Understand what I need.
For I am all alone,
As I continue to bleed.
Can you not comprehend?
That I need to be saved.
As my will bends,
In my walls cave.
 
Please listen to my plea,
Or my life will be lost.
As you take my Sanity,
I hope its worth the cost.
You have taken me from my shell,
And laid bare my emotions.
You watched as I fell,
Face void of all devotion.
 
Please listen...Please listen to me.

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Words and Death

"Your Words, Bring About My Death!"

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Black Blood

tattered wings do fall,
black feathers dripping like blood.
will Death occur here?

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Magical Light

Such Beautiful Light
Oh may you shine forever
In my heart and soul

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Death Is Easy, Life Is Hard

The chill night air sings through my veins.
The Moon's great face hides from me,
As dark as a thousand midnights.
Death is easy, Life is hard.

During the blackest hours of the night,
The true darkness in my soul shines through.
The cruel memories held at bay during daylight,
Burst through like raging demons.

Clawing through my brain and heart,
Mangled gray matter in their wide grins.
Gleefully torment me in my dreams,
Nightmares flowing with crimson blood.

Screams tear from my throat,
As I bolt, clawing from my dreams.
The cold moves through my soul.
Death is easy, Life is hard.

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Home

Longing for the embrace of your arms,
The only home I have ever found.