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I watch the pillars crashing all
around your face
I see you start to disappear
into the altars cracks
Your blood mixed with tears,
your desperate screams
Your prayers for saints lost in
cathedral downpours
Your sins finally catching up to
you
Dragging you from angels arms
Ripping your tattered heart into
bloody fragments
Your chains shattering into
scalding shards of glass
Engulfing you in icy tendrils,
the flames ripping into your
chest
The cyanide in your veins
purging out your unholy
humanity
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Betrayal at its worst…evil at its
best
Eloquently caressed in shroud
of endorphins…
Unknown evils lurking…
shadowed lust controlled by
patience
Revealed at luck’s untimely
departure
Endurance only after ruined
escape
Burglarized by butcher’s
hands…crudely robbing of more
than is initially displayed
Shredded confidence
developing into aversion to
sweet pleasures
Respect ripped away to
expose…
Hard shell formed to isolate any
possible further damaging evils
or healing touches
Lasting scars a constant
reminder…hidden to spare
recollection’s pain
Time worn walls grown weary…
Weak candle flame tempted to
extinguish in screaming wind…
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Specter of a Hero's Tortured
Soul
Forfeiting faith to successors to
sacrifice self for others...he
believes not in himself but his
progeny...
Eternal life and inflexible
determination prevent waning
love...his ceaseless adoration
powerful to the point of self
harm...
Unwillingness to ever relinquish
the shards of his heart...or the
memory of possible fates...
Soul scarred with unfathomable
secrets and wounds...alone and
concealed he is known to not
even himself...
Heart struggling to conquer
inner demons and loss...mind
overworked to find salvation
from hell's burning wrath...
Indescribable like smoke blown
through trees on a moonless
night...
Intricately woven to be as
substantial as the steam which
fuels his passion...
Never surrendering...never
retreating...never giving in to
any opposition...
Steadfast and valiant he will
never be
conquered...unreadable and
undecipherable...he will never
be understood...
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If it wasn't you, would I have to hide it?
If it wasn't "wrong", would you try to fight it?
Would it change anything on your part?
Would you give me a deeper look?
It drives me slowly crazy,
My eyes always needing to look your way
Just because its not the "normal" way,
I'm afraid of you turning away.
Would I still get wrapped up in your eyes?
If I was allowed to really look?
Would these stolen glances lose their touch?
Would I lose these feelings of forbidden lust?
Would I ever regret it?
If i ever tried to forget it?
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Honey I’m not the first whose eye you’ve caught
But damn it all if I’m the same
Like it’ll actually last, I’m all wrapped up in you
Caution to the wind, who cares about tomorrow
I’m crazy for this and you don’t even know
What was I thinking, thinking about you
You’re miles above me and don’t even see it
All I know is how much I wish you knew
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Low Road Led By Black
Potential vanished within the
dark
Flame extinguished instantly
Lights gone dark-response to
oppression
A wink in the span of time
Uniquely minute in sliver of
existence
Unable to overcome
Forced to take the downward
sloped path
Than attempt the climb to
heights
Where the lights stay on
Where the dark has been
banished
Where the slivers and winks are
eternal
Where the oppression fades
into support
Where cowards on the low path
Envy the reapers of rewards as
they spiral down
Into depths so dark so deep
There is no escape but the cold
kiss of the black
The final weak measure spent
To stave off the pressure
To take the easy way out
To leave all behind in selfish
cowardice
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We’re surrounded in a world of popularity vampires.
Overwhelmed by their petty wants and false needs.
Living in a society designed for perfection propaganda.
Secretly devising a way to beat the odds of change.
Forever trying to pass the heart wrenching days with substance.
Drilled into our very brains that every rampant thought is sin.
Gone are the notions of individuality,
The vanishing ideas of self esteem.
Broken hearts and minds tearing themselves apart to serenades of forced conformism.
Beauty within trashed in regards to ideals of false perfection.
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Sitting in these uniform white
halls…
Waiting for that dreaded
bacterial call...
Each time just another Everest
height fall…
Running out of time, just trying
to cling to our pain,
Every filthy prolonging lie like a
sterile acid rain,
Praying that before your clock
chimes, God unlocks your
chains
Every tornado twist of my heart
like a tsunami’s initial rain of
relief,
Just giving way to one more
catastrophic hurricane of my
grief
The times my heart doesn’t
shatter with selfish love are
brief,
Nurse’s news ravaging our
souls, trying to turn you to the
church,
Before you expire into infection,
through purgatory gates you
lurch
A way to get that closure, to
have found sanity in my love to
end my search,
Just the thought, to my
tattered heart like a mercury
stake,
Snatching you from demon’s
and angel’s arms, I insist it’s all
a mistake,
But I know inside, their current
plan for us is just to harshly
take…
**Dedicated to Paul Hellewell**
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The Shadow of the Sun
Empty conversations full of
words with no point…
Happy statements that hide
what is real…
Long talks that betray nothing
of the past…
Days on end of words
exchanged…but no insight to
the truth...
Years of close contact…but
nothing has been revealed…
The truth is like a shadow…
hiding in the sun…
The shadow that shines in
darkness…that is the dark of
the moon…
The sun’s warmth sheds no
light…on the fear that is
within…
The youth of yesterday holds
the key inside…and treasures
the gift of trust…
The warrior inside fears loss
and pain from vulnerability…but
finds refuge in absolute love…
Mutual unfailing loyalty…is what
keeps the cracked heart
beating…
The scars ignored only…when
loves embrace infinitely
shields…against the eternal
pain…
The foreigner unceasingly
waited…to sneak a peek
inside…but found instead the
fulfillment…to keep them both
alive…
The hindrance of time and
money…only increases the
need…to embrace to stop the
fear…to keep the past’s damage
from resurfacing…
The darkness fills the void…of
icy caves of loss…the hope from
mature youth…strives to heal
the ancient wounds…
The absence of absolute
physical presence…stunts the
hope given by youth’s
ceaseless friendship…
The past’s agony…kept
obscure…by the fabricated
contentment…burns the torn
soul of the angel inside…
The hope that attempts to
banish the shadow…increased
by the love of many…shines
brightly…shrouded by the
Shadow…of the Sun…
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Timeless and ancient…it has
been universally practiced…
Either unwilling…or longed for…
never to be
abandoned...entwined in all…
never to be suppressed…
Plagued by loss…filled with
bitter hatred at those that
caused such suffering…
Shattered hearts torn by
exposure to the violence…seen
by all as a grim reminder of
fate…
Viewed through the far away
instrument of destruction…
detached from the battle…vital
to victory…impossible to shake
the horrors of hiding in Death’s
shadow to bring a soul to Hell’s
burning depths…
Supposed skill needed to take
life from those unable to see
their killer…cold unseeing eyes
eternally search longingly for
the soul claiming theirs…
The public eye turns away from
the horror…unwilling to face the
sacrifices made to protect their
lies and false hopes…
Brave souls face the pain…
selflessly subjected to the loss
of comrades and brothers in
spilt blood…if only to fulfil the
timeless call to arms…for one
more battle…neither a triumph
weighed against the price of
young lives…paid to briefly
continue the paper thin screens
of security…
Souls snatched without warning
and claimed by Death’s
embrace…shattering hearts
with cold precise theft…fear of
loss…amazement at briefly
extended life after a spell of
carnage…brings all emotions
rushing to be forcefully
released a final time in
desperation…
Determined warriors unwilling
to fight…but eager to win to
stave off future battles and
loss…harmed and saved only by
Death’s bringer and
opposition…
Willingly exposed to conflict
and danger…needed to mend
Death’s halfhearted lust for
souls…overflowed with loss and
hope for an end to the horrors
of solitary survival…as the
unsuccessful attempts at
salvation for the broken
balance with the recovering
fragmented couriers of Death…
Overall…a victory with no
reward…a triumph pale in
comparison to the means of
acquiring it…pointless and vital
to existence…eternal and
ingrained in the hearts of all…
forever to be waged against
Death’s evils and wrongs…Life’s
losing victor
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