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Unredeemed Soul

My heart is incomplete, my mind unsteady,
Stomach like a roller-coaster, arms thick and heavy.
What do you want and how do I give it,
With misinterpreted signs and all of this regret.
You misconstrue my love and all it is I do for you,
Destroyed my entire life so why do I still love you?
 I can’t explain why my heart is so forgiving, 
Sometimes I wonder why is life worth living?
The air that I breathe seems to disappear,
My unredeemed soul requires pity and fear.
Should I take you back and possible live in sorrow,
Or tell you to leave and then regret it tomorrow.
My indecisive conscious can’t tell right from wrong,
You are everywhere I look, every book, picture, and song.
Can I forget al the wrong doings that you have caused,
Why can’t we rewind and change all the heartache and flaws.
Only to forever and get back all the good that we shared,
I don’t understand how or if you ever really even cared.
I still do love you completely, the reasons I don’t know why,
For every time I hear your name I want to shrivel up and die.
Some how I feel this is all my wrong doing, 
I am no judge, nor jury, so this is not to my ruling.
Should I take you back or just swallow and let you go,
I put my life into your hands, awaiting a simple yes or no.

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Drunken Daze

My life is superstitious and lived like a metaphor,
My heart is consealed by my brain is an open door.
With an emptyness just beyond and a light with nothing to show,
A stranger in the night, with a destination, but no knowledge of how to go.
A blurred rendition of the way the world should be,
With glasses used to look, but eyes that cannot see.
My feelings are uncovered, but my conscious is so obscure,
Our existance is so demented, but my soul is so pure.
With the way we admire our world's everyday passer-bys,
And a dormant expression throught our drunken dazed eyes.

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Moon's Revenge

The sun is rising in the sky, such a beautiful sight,
He came with no warning and stole the day from night.
With his coming birds did sing, clouds dissapeared, and bells did ring,
The dogs did bark, people spring, what a glorious thing.
Happiness in the world today in man and beast the same,
Men and women working while their children are playing games.
Throughout this wonderful day joy turns to sorrow,
For they all know and fear what comes before tomorrow.
The vengeful moon and her creatures of the dark,
Cat eyes glow green, and bats flutter in the park.
Werewolfs and vampires, witched and wizards,
owls and snakes, coyotes and lizards.
She comes almost unnoticed, and attacks him from behind,
Knocks the sun from the sky and takes her place in time.
If tomorrow he decides he should come and rise again, 
The vengeful moon shall return with her evil creatures of sin.

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My Lonely Night

Same as before, just like every night,
No one is here, to hold onto tight.
She’s gone again, in his arms I’m sure,
How did this happen, what is the cure.
It seemed like yesterday, we were here,
Today has come, now you disappear.
You walked right out, without a word,
No call, no note. This is absurd.
We had it all, with no interruptions,
Then he came with all his destruction.
With money in his wallet, a tattoo on his back,
A knife in mine, you never looked back.
Another moon passes, as I lay alone,
Clutching my pillow while staring at the phone.
Waiting for a call, that never will take place,
Looking at your picture with sadness on my face.
A hole in my heart, tears in my eyes,
With my last breath, my final goodbyes.

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Murder In My Dreams

Disturbing Thought, as I awaken in sweat,
Falling back asleep as I try to forget.
the raging murder scenes dancing in my head,
my parents, my siblings, all of them are dead.
my sister was strangled, bludgeoned with a book,
my brother's throat was cut, that's all that it took.
my mother was poisoned with cyanide and tea,
God! This is dreadful, Why didn't they kill me?
My father was shot twice in the head,
once in his chest, why all this blood shed?
I look a little closer, who could the killer be?
much to my astonishment, i found it to be me.
Awaking damp once more, breathing heavily,
what has happened here tonight, this must've been reality.

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Symphony of Dancing Fire

Death is a Dream, as Life a Burden,
Knife's sun gleam, veins start to harden.
Pulse goes up, inner child died,
waiting for old, follow with pride.
watching blood, drip by drip, 
beautiful flood, from a serrated tip.
pint by pint, unconscious and leery, 
heart slows down, perfect and weary.
time has come, cross the plain,
no more drip, no more pain.
heat in waves, oceans of fire,
lights go dismal, as I retire.

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My Sad Scarred Heart

With scars on my wrists and memories on my mind,
I keep retracing all we did, within our time.
The love, the cries, the empty promises and lies,
The things I said I meant until the day I die.
When you said you did, you had no intentions,
When I said will you I gave all my attention.
Now, I’ve been broken with no chance of mending,
My heart is empty with no love left worth spending.
So now here I am such a long time later,
I know this one loves me, but it’s why I hate her.
Unable of giving back, yet I’m still so resentful,
Why have you made me this way? So incapable.
Unavailable emotions from this sad scarred heart,
Will I never be able to glue back all the parts?

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Insanity In the Sunlight

As The Sun Goes Down, My Eyes Go Wide,
Day's Exuberant Colors Dwindle And Hide.
New Moon Tonight, Rebirth Is Blissful,
No Stars To Shine From The Clouds Non Dismissal.
Birds Retire, Becoming Dormant In Flight,
Brings Upon A New Distinguished Life.
Cold Air Dancing To The Melodious Wind,
My Own Insanity Is My Only Nocturnal Friend.
Keeping Me Pleasured From Dusk Until Dawn,
Until The Sun Comes Forth, Old Friends Spawn.
As They Arise I Quiver With Constant Fear,
Pondering On Who Will Activate My Tears.
Away To My Throne, I Proceed In Thought,
My Heart, Content With The Morning, Distraught.
Eyes Go Closed, My Brain Stirs With Hope,
Knowing What The Suns Decline Will Provoke.
A Nighttime Of Wonderful Uncharted Trips,
And Goodnight The Final Passing Through My Lips.