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In My Mind Like a Maze'''

Inside My Mind Like a Maze'''
Spinning around
tossing and turning
drifting away without a sound
Inside this mind is a maze...
There are doorways
unknown
I feel this pain inside
distant screams all
alone
pulling me further into the night
a doorway opens creaking
with silence
shivering with fright
not
knowing why
Inside this mind like a maze...
I hear a thought inside my head 
deep
like a scar
the heart is bleeding 
with doors ajar
I am unafraid
Inside my mind is a maze...
There 
are things in the dark unseen
that crawl across the floor 
leaving 
bloodstains that cry like bad dreams
Inside this mind like a maze...
Loneliness
is like death waving goodbye
abandonment was his only friend 
demons and fiends
crying in my sleep
I sigh
Inside my mind is a maze...
A guided path
whispering voices in the dead of night
tormenting 
a child seeing red
with violent light holding the devil back
considering wrath instead
conflicts collide
Inside this mind like a maze...
Weeping 
willows shedding tears
sharing secrets 
in 
the forest of fears
with 
rivers smiling on crimson water
is a man gone insane
sutured eyes see for miles
the
reflection of his suffering from a pastlife 
needles of gluttonous disdain
Inside my mind is a maze...
Another doorway opens with cackling charm
as
he enters with winds that are singing 
there is no pain
once alight storming seas 
with  
misery waiting saying please
agony unalarmed
waves crashing against a shore so distant
swimming with thoughts repeating
in a cycle of despair
skeletal remains trembling in a closet
from what was once there
so much pain inside
like 
the pendulum of suicide
of a dying way.

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A Beautiful Minded Maze

The yellowbrick of a broken mind
dancing with lurking shadows 
of an unfriendly kind
as
I am lonely with tears falling
not a tree in sight
stones and pebbles grating across my nerves like terror
in a land without painful tragedy
addiction tampering with the brightest of light
storming was an inner child confused in the maze of Oz
will I be the fool a lifeless scarecrow
shaken with fright
or will I be kind to myself and finally grow past these sleepless nights?

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Goodbye To Nameless Love'

Goodbye To Nameless Love'
So there we were
laying together 
hands held
with the light of a midnight moon above
as 
I remember that it was my last name that you almost held
with love....
Still 
I lay restless with tired eyes
in memory of a love misspelled
waking from troubled dreams 
without this fiendish being once compelled
remaining was a smile once cherished
like
tears falling from a crying moon 
happiness parished....
Painfully.... I weep
and I weep
because I still miss you even as I sleep
but sadly 
Fate then spoke
That kind of love wasnt meant for my broken heart to keep!

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The Echos of Rain

The Echos of Rain'''
Smiling in the light is a friendly face
Where did they go 
when I was bleeding 
on the floor alone 
with rope hanging in a closet like despair
slowly swaying 
with voices screaming
no one cares
The 
pendulum in my heart 
is crying 
betrayal tattooing my body
with scars of abandonment
as
I am
waiting for death
with a rose held tightly 
in my hand
dripping blood
thorns tearing my flesh
with these thoughts inside my head
I am amiss.....
Does the broken heart truly heal
or
does it mend by another 
a way to replace the pain 
like 
calls from the dead
are
eerie echos in a graveyard of unrest
I've lived with so much tragedy 
years fading away
with 
every time 
I look in the mirror 
I see myself 
this way
The clock ticks....
Tormented by the past I cant seem to get away
the night bleeds for me
as 
I slowly go insane
dreaming of a place that is fair
feeling alone when I am here
waiting for the rain
where are my friends
It's like they disappeared
Yet 
I am still here....

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The Trace of Memeory

The Trace Of Memory'
Laying there alone
In an empty bed
With a ghost....
Ive drifted to that place unknown
With memories I held close...
So much pain.....
So many days of waste....
Still,
I can remember how sweet you did taste.... 
But,
Is the image of me even given thought
I mean,
A memory in love once traced......
Still I hear an echo calling to me
Saying... Move on young man
Suffer no more
Ending a loveless chase!
I know how sad
And
Broken was your heart
From the moment I stole it...
A scar meant as reminder.
Divine is my instinct 
Once screaming for me to leave a devilish woman with eyes of greed!
There's no reason in mind for me to seek
Or
Ever find her...
I am a beautiful creation like that of Divinci's Art...
I've slit the throat of that demon whom
once ripped my dreams apart!!!

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Like the Raven Said'

Like The Raven Said'''
Late at night
sitting with sleep deprived thought....
Spinning around
as I turn endlessly over and over in my mind,
I hear in the distance
the hour of midnight strike my Grandfather's Clock....
As
I deeply consider the chaos I feel inside,
Dreaming violence once taught...
Delving within the realm of my inner most understanding....
I can see rain falling on a sunny day,
wind blowing strong,
Painfully seeking emotion once felt 
without all these scars screaming with agony in a heart still bleeding...
As
I am walking with this weight so heavily,
Like,
That of pain carried in my soul for years too many...
Still, 
Why do I burden myself with such sorrow, 
Thus creating this fiendish being
blinded by selfish need....
For a way to see that I always will hurt and bleed,
Heartbroken, I Suffer often.... Choking back tears, because im nearly meeting an early coffin,
Crying
Even as I sleep....... Giving birth to nightmarish dreams where demons are feasting waiting like thieves....
Regret..... Regret.... Regret...
Time to focus my thoughts
distinguishing between the difference in life's chosen doors
Happiness or Misery Forevermore....?

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Sanity Seen Through the Eyes of a Mad House

Sanity Seen Through The Eyes of a Madhouse'''
There he was
Alone sitting in darkness
with lingering shadows that lurk in and out of troubled dreams
waiting like thieves for another walk down memory lane of the chronically driven mind of those gone insane
as he peers through a tattered window into the abyss
now a thought forsaken of something I still miss
he was a man before his birth
then darkness errupted like a ing curse 
taking his hand once innocent away from the goodness inside
unbearable was his torment seen in life
his dreams now scream with the tortuous cries of a hellish fiend
withered like a rose with thorns beautifully floating on a lake without water
he finds solace in the solitude of his mind
no longer an empty bottle
yet solitude was a place of peace where voices are without sound
unable to scream and howl shaking his spine weakened with tears falling down trembling jowls
as he feels the gripping lure of evil
pull towards
some beastly figure... a spawn of he himself the devil
like sweet misery whispering vengeance
waking demons hovering over his sleepless body 
a soul broken delving repentance
midnight was the hour 
tick tock says the distant eye watching from that eerie tower
still... vacant eyes gaze into the realm of terror 
with laughing remains ashen to the bone afflicted by silence shrouded in mischief 
bleeding with fright
then he glimpses the light of a full moon as panic boils into sight of   endless rain poisonous that night 
reality was a riddle painted on the lifeless walls of a madhouse....?

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Drips of Tears'

Drips of Tears'
There I was alone 
In a dark place far from home
Crying...
Pleading...
Afraid with my heart bleeding...
Will you take my hand
Dry these tears 
or leave me alone with the man in the mirror
Suddenly
I hear in the distance 
Shadows lurking whispering in the night
Errupting my deepest fears
as
Timid silence lingers about
I'm
In a room of emptiness filled with doubt
Restless was a mind dreaming of sleep
laying in bed with torment
Hoping and praying these demons I will defeat
Dismembering every wicked thought
That ever came near me
Inside creeping
affecting and turning my mind almost blind
Distorted by history...
A nightmarish scar 
Still 
I know that I  have the strength to make it back home
Without fatal injury or alarm!!!

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The Voice of Memory

'The Voice of Memory'
Sometimes,
When I am in absolute silence...
I can hear a voice calling to me,
A memory within the realm of my enigma...
Friend,
Or Foe...... With distortion of thought turning endless,
Im left in question
Of why.... Is it merely a dream taking place as I hear these cries,
Am I insane, a mind gone to the point of no return,
Again, I hear in the distance.... A pleading echo of thought once replaced....
Will I listen to such uncertainty,
The unknown...
Like, 
Words of soothing vibration that cannot be traced alone,
My heart begins to beat rapid,
and thus race....
Still,
I remember your face....
Not like that of features,
But a presence felt in memory...... Of a loving ideal turned enemy!

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In a Place That Is Healing

In A Place That Is Healing'''
I've felt this pain before
tears falling like rain
I've seen the other side of things
In a place of misery 
with
needles entering my vein
Still 
I hear these cries 
a melody of this burden inside
no blood is spilled 
these scars go deeper than the flesh
so often I held hands with
the reaper
is easement of agony carried through the night
tired dreams are
screaming
and 
running away
this cannot be a nightmare
as 
I am unafraid
trembling from within
is
a fear unknown
like
terror filled fright
in a bed all alone
I know
I can make it through the insanity
at
the end of this tunnel there is a light
with
every step taken in progress
I am reminded of a beautiful sight
yet
instability is there
in a mind that is unique 
as
inner conflicts collide
I am painfully aware of all that I need
without that Raven once quoting for me to beware
I can rest my mind now
as
peace fills the air
sleep is healing
in a place that is fair!