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Best Poems Written by Mordred Sillence

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Butterflies In a Hurricane

Who cries for the abandoned child, living on the streets?
What is left when hope is stripped away?
What is left of their poisoned hearts,
As they die inside each day?
Victims of an angry world,
they never asked to join.
Statistics on the nightly news, Faces without names.
Why do the innocent have to suffer,
at the hands of wickedness?
How did they become the victims,
of someone else's mess?
Born into a world of addiction,
and a reluctant parent's scorn.
Cast away like garbage,
victims before they were born.
How do we sleep at night,
when someone's child is dying?
How can we just look away,
when a starving baby's crying?
How can we ignore the pain..
Of butterflies in a hurricane?

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Alone

Haunted by the mystery
Hiding from the misery
Captured by this paradox
That awaits me in my dreams
I shelter here from pending storm
Burning dreams to keep me warm
I close my eyes so I won't see
But still I hear the screams
I, the withered pariah
a disciple of my own desire
I scourge my flesh in agony
though the pleasure is beyond
I want for peace and order
but seek no quell or quarter
For chaos is my dearest friend
in this wasteland I call home
Offer me no eulogy
for mine is of insanity
And I left as I have come...
Alone

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Unspoken

So many words were spoken,
too many things were broken,
Too many wounds were left to heal.
Why do we speak in anger?
Oblivious to the danger.
Caught beneath the wheel.
Love lies in the balance,
worthy of a second chance.
But our pride stands in the way.
Two worlds torn asunder,
the water's deep, we're going under,
and there's nothing more to say...

Don't walk away,
until you hear me say,
all those things I meant to say.
I finally found the way,
I hope it's not too late.
I can't let it go unspoken.

So many times we walked out,
too many times we locked out,
the truth we know was right.
Now we live in sorrow,
too many dark tomorrows,
and so many lonely nights.
So many miles between us,
so much broken trust,
and the words we can't take back.
God knows I'd trade a lifetime,
for a moment when you were mine,
and all those words were yet unspoken.

Don't walk away,
until you hear me say,
all those things I meant to say.
I finally found the way,
I hope it's not too late.
I can't let it go unspoken.

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Who We Are

This is where the widow's cried.
This is where the martyrs died.
This is where our dreams go up in flames.
Here we drink the bitter wine.
Here we cross the thin red line.
Here is where we learn to play the game. 

We bury our dead in shallow graves,
and to this pain we all are slaves.
We're selling our souls to live a dream,
but no-one can tell us what it means.
We're burning the bridge before we cross.
Abandoned the innocence we lost.
We sold our youth to get this far,
but no-one can tell us who we are.

This is where the war begins.
And here we face the bitter end.
This is where we sacrificed our young.
Here we pray to hollow gods.
Here we hope against the odds.
Here is where it all will come undone.

We bury our dead in shallow graves,
and to this pain we all are slaves.
We're selling our souls to live a dream,
but no-one can tell us what it means.
We're burning the bridge before we cross.
Abandoned the innocence we lost.
We sold our youth to get this far,
but no-one can tell us who we are.

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Half Life

Teach me how to live,
or show me how to die.
The well is oh so very deep,
But oh so very dry.
I'm staring at the broken glass,
no longer full or empty.
Struggling with my demons,
devouring what's left of me.
I fool myself with shallow lies,
to endure another day.
But night brings new sorrows,
That just wont go away.
Can someone save me,
from this undefined affliction?
Or is this crushing sorrow,
My favorite new addiction?
Like a strange and enigmatic creature,
I feast on my own heart.
What will there be left of me,
once it's torn apart?
I am a wraith in my reality,
a stranger with imperiled eyes.
A vulture of my sanity,
waiting for me to die...

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Empty

Emptiness, A place where my misery hides.
A dark hole that can't be filled
I pour the poison into the veins of this anger
but find no answers there
Time melts into a blur of scattered thoughts
and I crave another dose 
to numb the pain that never fades
Staring into empty, tired eyes
in the mirror I find my foe 
How did I become this thing I so despise?
Could a prayer have saved my injured soul?
While my selfish heart became so cold?
The devil stared at me 
from the bottom of this bottled hell
he called to me so sweetly
I fall into my dark abyss
and lose myself completely.

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Awakened

Who's blood is this, upon my hands?
The bitter sweet whisper of a dead memory lingers.
All I once desired,
now slips between my fingers.
Crimson drops of sorrow spent in vain,
staining the fabric of my sleepless dreams.
Shouting aloud into this sadness,
Deafened by my silent screams.
Decades of ill spent hope, self deception and foolish fantasies,
all in one moment, came crashing down.
The dreamer awakens to the foul stench of reality,
And the anger is all that remains.
The wishing well ran dry,
And the acrid smoke of a burning memory,
scalds my weary eyes.
I gave my strength away, to a hollow lie,
and found only myself to blame.
What I thought was meant to be,
turned out to be a game.

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The Beauty of Pain

The rope cuts the tender flesh
harvesting drops of crimson ecstasy
The bonds of love are often cruel,
and unrelenting.
Wrought with lust and passion
The captive spirit cries for no mercy
Only for the darkened spirits' release.
The beauty of pain reveals itself,
From the place beyond anger and tears.
Where love often feels like cruelty
and tears, like the sweetest wine.
Come to me, submit to me,
and I will give you the freedom to be...
a willing captive...

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Haunted

Through sunken, tired eyes,
I gaze at my reflection.
Through hollow expectations,
I seek some small connection.
A broken man, less than whole,
I wander a crooked path.
I wonder what I could have done,
to hide from destiny's wrath.
Along the way, I lost myself,
to shallow, selfish causes.
And found myself in solitude,
counting all my losses.
I spent my life in mourning,
a fleeting memory.
I cast my coins in troubled water,
and found there only misery.
Betrayed by my own heart,
I fell into this lifeless place.
Trapped within this darkness,
haunted by my disgrace.

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Winter

Dead leaves blow down deserted streets,
my orphaned dreams get caught in the gales of sorrow.
I sit here staring at the bottle,
and wonder if this pain can be swallowed.
Numb to the plastic sympathy of the promise breakers,
who call me friend, while turning away.
I question my sanity and the existence of happiness,
A concept I can't embrace.
The chill wind blows across my soul,
and I burn another dream to try and stay warm.
winter comes and no-one can stop it,
And my heart stands frozen...
waiting for spring...