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Eye Exam

Analyze my eyes Mr.Optometrist
Tell me what you see ,
Read them better than how they read the letters on the wall
Believe everything you read ,
For they don't lack honesty
Like the mouth and its master.
Learn my deepest secrets
Then feed my curiousity so it will leave me alone
And if by any chance you see my soul through those windows
Describe him just as he is, I forgot a long time ago.

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My Dearest Enemy

Where do I go from now?
I forgot to teach myself again.
Where do I stand and how?
In this endless, tiresome game.
I learned to love my enemies,
And hate my friends,
Learned to control and manipulate,
Those who I can offend,
But on every step I take ,
I always wonder how to haunt for luck,
Before the lucky haunts me and I'm mocked.
Got the pistol but few bullets to shoot,
Also lacking the courage to chase you;
I'm not afraid: don't yet judge this as a lie,
I'm just choosing between your back and side.
Ignoring time and signs is just a waste,
The metamorphosis has to take place:
Here comes the gasoline, the spark, the wild fire,
The innocent, the blinded witness, and the file liar.

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Damien and the Seraph

Dark Prince rise,
From your self-made tomb,
Once again,
I am ready to be consumed,
Take half my wing,
Give me half a horn,
Brake my halo in two,
Tonight,
I am born.

I need both sides to feed me life,
But I must ask you kindly.
Who am I?
A seraph from above?
Or a fiend with no love?

The mundane thought is tearing me apart,
In an insane world I'm holding my heart,
Memories bully my fragile mind,
Pictures of a cold, abandoned time.

How much longer with this cross on my back?!
Any more and all my strength I will lack.

Wings, aureole;
Half my soul.
Horns, tails;
Have my Hells.

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The Snake

Didn't mean to let the poison out,
Didn't know I was a snake
Now I'm afraid it might be too late
For the prey to be saved and so it goes...

I never wanted to inject my venom nor let her go
But there she goes
What a most deadly substance for the soul
My so called love, my evil role.

I tried but I couldn't,
I couldn't resist the sweet taste of flesh
All I could hear was the devil on the left
While on my right ear I appeared to be deaf.
She faced death,
My victim faced a lifeless life, does that make any sense?
It might sound quite unbelievable
But believe me it's far from unprovable    
The blood, tears and decaying heart
Are but a small part of the proof,
But a portion of the damage,
The wrongdoing of the once prude.

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The Sorcerer and the Apple

Hearken well,
As I commence to tell
This tale of the apple that fell
From a tree I believed from Hell:

Black I wore on this sunny day,
Similar to all my other days
When the Sun went away
I Lost all faith,
Thus lost my way.
Where my integrity went, no one says.
I Walked into a dark forest,
A maze,
On a night with no moon and no face,
I gazed at the gates
Not afraid, but rather amazed.

Me, myself, and I,
On this blackest of nights,
Walking in this forest of frights,
Without any shining light,
Blinded by self-stupidity,
A stark, blinding dark,
The beast's, who shall be named Anger, barks,
My bullying ego and my absent heart,
My sanity and humanity, were way too far,
You see I was helpless from the start.

When everything "seemed", or so to speak, wrong,
And hope was long gone,
Without a spawn
An apple came along,
I was no longer alone:

This apple gave me eyes,
In many ways made me wise
This apple offered light;
It defined beauty,
In color, shape, and size.
'twas a precious surprise.

But then came a time,
Again, I became blind,
Only with a stupidity, quite sublime,
So here came the crime:
I was succumbed by hunger and greed,
Needed to feed my needs,
My desire:
To eat the whole fruit but the seeds,
I devoured it,
Indeed I did.

What a waste, such a life,
Such a pity,
One True Lie,
I sliced the apple in slices with my knife.
That which represents my insolence and pride.

If only I had left Hubris by the tree,
Withholding Anger in his leash, next to me,
Then I wouldn't have agreed
To walk right beside Glee,
Sadly, I was weak,
As you can see,
My tolerance limited to short degree.

Here I am,
I see dark,
I see not.
Hear the lamb,
The one I'll sacrifice
To get my apple back.

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My Need

I feel the need to cry,
Because my tears have been unfamiliar for way too long,
I WANT to cry.
I feel that's the only way to mend this ongoing pain.
I no longer want to suppress my tears,
Or trade pain with anger.
I wish to get rid of this feeling of emptiness and numbness
I want to ESCAPE!
I am lost, so lost,
So apprehensive, it is scary, life.
I want to disappear as if in a magic trick, to be forgotten,
The infamous name I hold, destroyed.
Washed away with the tears.

I WANT
I NEED
To cry.
I have yelled as loud as my lungs have allowed it,
I have gone around breaking everything in sight,
But anger won't fill the emptiness anymore
The value of pain and suffering has increased and wrath is not enough
The batter has reached a complexity I cannot understand.
If only I knew what death was.
Unfortunately,
No one does, not even YOU "god."

Isolation seems like the only remedy,
Along with the tears I MUST cry,
How easy it was once,
How difficult it is now.
I am numb.
Empty,
GONE.

Do not get the wrong out of my words,
I care not for your pity or your advice,
Your attention for that matter.
Here is a window,
Which I have illustrated with my words;
Take a look inside
This might be the only truth you'll ever know:
That you know NOTHING,
Of the one you choose to judge and criticize.

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Hatred My Poison

Hatred, my poison
That which clouds my thoughts
my reason can no longer translate
The right from the wrong -
They might be the same.
God has no say in this
For I never heard his voice
Conscience has abandoned me
Along with all emotion;
I am numb.
Whence the loathing?
No answer heard.
What my will and purpose?
Not a voice to let me know.
Left behind by time itself
Like a newborn child
Left at the step of an orphanage.
"Life has no meaning,"
A stronger belief today,
A fact may be tomorrow.
How can I walk the path with useless feet?
Imbecile, lost and craving pain
Ravenous, I'll trade my wrath!
Uncontrolable utter loath:
A friend with a mask
Is really a foe.
Curse the one who made the clock,
The calendar, the temporary blood,
And the process of death -
Which is life.
Hatred, my poison,
Isolation my remedy.

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Sovereign

Complicate me more,
If you will,
When I let my guard down,
Proceed with vengeance,
You should kill,
The prince without a crown.
Do not hesitate!
Draw your blade,
Torture my scabs with brine.
Before I react and draw out mine.

Unfamiliar blood marks your wanted victory,
Every stab is a step closer to my misery,
Or perhaps my dream guised as my nightmare,
That has fooled me with the mask it wears
With the lies it tells,
And illusions it feeds my eyes,
As today's so called wise,
Like time itself,
Heaven, my hell.


I've acknowledged,
Your way to make a move and throttle,
Received,
Your message in the goddamn bottle!
My ticket and key to the open path,
My long lost, but needed wrath,
At last! I've been cut loose,
And I thank you for the abuse.