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I Screamed Into the Canyon

I screamed into the canyon 
Forgive me please forgive me
My voice echoing off its walls
And all that were left were memories
When from but grace one falls

I looked down into the canyon
To see a river flow
As it wandered along below me
With no where else to go

As you stand in hushed shadows
Would bitter teardrops sting your eyes?
While you looked down in that canyon
To see where my body lies

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A Storm

A storm doles out this dismal night
Rain drops drizzle down cobblestone course
Beast and bird burrow safely till light
No stranger to me, this tatty leather chair
Shadows dancing, cast the flickering fire
A creatures den, for the wretched a lair
Hoping of hopes, dreaming of dreams
Of such I have lost all desire
Rain knocks on my door,
Gloom enters once more
His attendance perceived
Lest my sanity leave
By the string that I cling as before
I long to surrender
The ability to remember
My fall into torments of hell
This chair, the fire, misery befall
The devils that dance on the floor

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Bury My Soul

Bury my soul in autumn leaves
So that the wind might blow away
Memories of mistakes I made
That breaks my heart today

Sticks and stones can break the bones
But words can crush the spirit
Raise the bar but once again
And I'll still try to clear it

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Hell's Halloween Ball

It's a night 
Of easy recall 
When I was a guest 
Of Hell's Halloween Ball 

An extravagant arch 
Cased elaborate, forested doors 
Plush red carpets 
Festooned Hell's Ballroom floors 

Upon my arrival 
My eyes observed that day 
The carved reliefs 
On the doors as adorned 
Of souls gone astray 

I peered in the faces 
Of eyes turned stone cold 
A pack with the Devil 
For the contracts he holds 

Great chandeliers 
Baroque ceilings high 
Crystals fashioned 
From the pain of the hopeless 
And all the tears ever cried 

At long tables laden 
With the feast of the night 
Hearts of the wretched and unholy 
Daemons consumed with delight 

Each soul's deeds tallied 
And their virtues as well 
An eternity spent in heaven 
The balance sheet would tell 
The wretched and unholy 
Sent to the bowels of hell

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A Clap of Thunder

A flash of lightning
A clap of thunder
As a hard rains falling down
Through the misery of life’s window
With no respite to be found

Tottering along the pathways
Of life’s treachery
Forlorn and broken
Mapping out my destiny

Memories of failures
And what was meant to be
My endeavors all wrought
My own misery

Life holds meager meaning
Since my fall from all grace
Tattered and beaten
My head hangs in disgrace

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Seas of Melancholy

His seas of melancholy
Washed the pain up on his shore
And offered up to him
Only thoughts of his abhor

All the things he hated
He spoke with his last breath
As I sat and waited
For time to bring his death

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A Sad Childs Eyes

Pages torn from the book of lies
Betrayed by the haze of a sad child’s eyes
And the times needed to heal and care
Gazed upon at no one there
A voice needed to ease the pain
As expected, effects the same
Alone at night to roam the street
And seek out the place where drunkards meet
To close my eyes and never awake
And to just drift off, for heaven’s sake

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I Wake Up In the Night

I wake up in the night
When my dreams play pretend
Not knowing if it’s now
Or the hell from way back then

Waking alone in that dungeon
As the clock chimed midnight
Left to wander the streets
With hopes to end my plight

I remember a pitch-dark basement
And searching for the stairs
With no light to guide me 
Away from the demon stares

Tears I did not shed
While wandering through that dim
Fear my only companion
And the blame I felt within

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Warmth

I bask in the warmth 
Of heavens glow
Gentle raindrops 
Bathe my soul

Daemons retreat
For where they came
To no longer point
Their fingers of blame

A healing light
As the sun shines down
Lighting my path
While I’m homeward bound

Rising up 
From my fall from grace
I have arrived
At a sacrosanct place

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Think of Me

I really haven’t left you
I’m only going home
Think of me and smile for a while

Feel your heart within you
And sing with every beat
Think of me and smile for a while

Walk on meadow grasses
Feel them soft beneath your feet
Think of me and smile for a while

Remember pleasant moments
Hold them deep inside
Think of me and smile for a while

I’ll always be with you
Walking by your side
Think of me and smile for a while