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Steven Lane Poem
To see what I see and feel what I feel.
I ask myself, canthis be real?
An angel from heaven, so divine,
like the brightest star in space may shine...
Throughout my heart and into my soul.
This feeling I have is beyond my control.
Like fire for water and day for night,
It seems so wrong yet feels so right.
So to see what I see and feel what I feel.
You be the judge, can this be real?
Copyright © Steven Lane | Year Posted 2005
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There is a world I know, far from our own, where darkness reigns supreme.
Far from mind and far from thought, like something out of a dream.
I traveled there once to find myself, and cast away my pain.
I cleansed my heart and blood stained soul as I stood in the blackest of rain.
I walked along a mid-night beach, where the sun will never rise.
I peered into the darkness and it was there that I saw the eyes.
The eyes of a demon, lost in pain, howling at the top of his voice.
I felt his anger and knew his thoughts, but in this I did not rejoice.
For then I knew who the demon was and it was plain to see.
The demon I saw was just a reflection, the darker side of me.
Copyright © Steven Lane | Year Posted 2005
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Through nights of ice and days of fire,
there is nothing more that I desire...
Than to make sense of a world gone terribly wrong.
To find a place where I belong.
That Special place where I long to be.
A place they say I'll never see.
But I've come too far to give up now.
I'll find that place, this I vow.
And when I arrive, I hope to see...
A beautiful girl waiting for me.
On an island surrounded by a golden sea.
Where I can leave my pain and finally be free.
To you this message I do impart,
for this is what is in my heart.
There is nothing more that I desire,
through nights of ice and days of fire.
Copyright © Steven Lane | Year Posted 2005
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From the eye of the storm, let the truth be told.
From the hounds of hell to the kings of old.
I rise from the shadows to fall back down.
My anger is blinding and the only sound...
Is of lightning and fire, yet I feel so cold.
In my personal hell, events unfold.
Driven to do and say these things.
By my personal demon and the darkness he brings.
Banished to the edge of a demented mind.
My humanity is all but left behind.
And thought it is strange I've no time to weep.
For I'm slipping into a dreamless sleep.
And you might think this is where my story ends.
But at death's door is where it truly begins.
Whether I sleep a millennia, a day, or a year.
I will soon be awake, my time is near.
Copyright © Steven Lane | Year Posted 2005
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