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The Darkest Night

Darkest Night blinds my sight.
Breeze of cold chills my soul.
When day breaks, I will weep.
Because the Darkest Night is when I sleep.

Moon will shine by some design.
Protecting all, keeping us in line.
Power it emits beauty to all.
Time I love most is when night falls.

The day means nothing it isn’t real.
That’s because it hasn't learned how to feel.
The Darkest Night now that’s a sight.
The Darkest Night is when I feel right.

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Cold,Dark,Empty

Cold, dark, empty sits the house today
Mourning the life of it’s yesterdays.
10 years this was a place that people called home, 
But today, never more. Now there’s stains in the carpets
And dirt on the floors. 

This place has become haunted Do you dare to explore? 
The bulbs are burnt and the walls are cracked.
Never again will life come back. Empty it sits undeservingly so.
But it has endured more than you’ll ever know.

10 years let’s go back before this place rot and sat.
Boy if these four walls good talk, they’d laugh, “how about that”. 
Maybe some day life will come back. Back to what it was, 
Before it’s attack. But people come and go and life moves on. 
And the house will just sit here with many memories upon.

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Streets of Dismay

Dark Cold tomorrow today
Hungry starving never eating okay.
Stealing and violence now the only way
Life of rage has now betrayed
Emptiness inside makes you afraid
Time to change has run away
What you find creates dismay
Shadows moving make you pay
Day by day body is creeping
Head hangs down and your barley weeping

Dark Cold tomorrow today
Your choice to live this way.

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My Hero

Six foot one, with eyes of steel
Just one stare would make you keel
When he walks in a room, people feel his presence 
All women want him but probably just for the essence

The voice of an angel with the look of a thug
But he’s kind and caring and would give you a hug 
All the talent in the world can do what he wants
Sex and drugs mostly because that’s what he flaunts 

He’s the voice of a generation, The best singer in the world
But unfortunately for him, he just lost his girl
She’s gone forever and can’t comeback
Believe it or not he’s on the same track.
 
So much money and so much fame
But that can never seem to hide his pain
He has lost all interest in the music he’s made
Drugs have control and now he begins to fade

We heard nothing from him until 2002
That was when we all found out, that he had died too.
Empty in his apartment alone and rotten

Layne Staley was my hero and will never be forgotten

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Shadows

Shadows are all around me. 
They swarm and move in ways that I can’t ignore. 
My body aches as my mind sits blankly staring at moving walls. 

Nothing seems real except when I hear you call.
I sit with shadows for days on end. Hoping maybe, I can be your friend.
It’s that hope that keeps me going. It’s the only thing that makes me strong. 
But shadows are forever and soon I’ll be gone.

Day by day, the shadows are growing. Darkness now impending.
My loneliness is haunting, so much, I cannot bare.
Shadows are finally winning, it’s time to leave my lair.
My journey still continues, I can never stop.
It seems shadows don’t quit either, but god I pray they stop.

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Misery

Sulked and sat. That’s what you have done. 
A new person’s life you’ve barley begun. 
I watch you now in your time of despair. 
Thinking about how you’ve changed and no longer care. 

Your body is raped and your mind has been torn, 
I sit here hoping for each day no more. 
It’s hard to watch and painful to see, 
The life you chose has now been thrust onto me.
 You need to get better, why can’t you see. 
Life is precious and your not who I need you to be. 

I want you to go back to the person you were, 
I’ll be by your side and aid as a cure. 
You have the strength we both know it so, 

So let’s go together and take some control.
There is a light we both see it near.
But you dead and gone is my only fear.

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The Good Guy

My eyes glisten as soon as I appear. 
I feel the eye’s of my enemies as if they are almost near. 
There eye’s stare with hate and fire. They want me to stare back but I lack the desire. 
I stand helplessly as they start to move in. My heart is racing but I can’t give in. 

I hold my ground and don’t blink an eye. All the while saying the good guy can’t die. 
There here now only a few steps away. Best thing to do now is to look away. 

I’m tapped on the shoulder. Hey, I know you! You’re the guy who lives on 6th street, How do 
you do? 

I finally look up, oh what a mistake. This guy is gonna kill me! Oh, this can’t be my 
fate. 

I scream and scream more, oh god please wake me up! If this isn’t a dream then I really am 
stuck. 

I take a step back and swallow my pride.
I guess it’s time for the good guy to die.