“Wake up every day, that would be a start”…

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Regret is for the morning…
Not the here and now…
Living in the moment…
Is always right somehow…

All that is forbidden…
Everything that’s wrong…
When inhibition is let go…
Temptation burns so strong…

Following impulsive feelings…
Sometimes alcohol induced…
Moments of pure madness…
Will always be produced…

Hidden from the real world…
And never feeling shame…
Feeling so wrong, so right…
Like whispering her name…

Speaking aloud the words…
You’d never normally say…
Things that should be hidden…
And always stay that way…

Or a moment on the lips…
That nobody could see…
It felt for just a moment…
This was meant to be…

Or the hotel room spinning…
Naked bodies intertwined…
Desire and passion flowing…
Reality left very far behind…

It meant more than it should…
In fact, it meant the world…
Stolen and so precious…
Reality picked up and hurled…

But guilt will always find you…
No matter where you hide…
Reminding of your crimes…
And how much you have lied…

You wish you hadn’t done it…
But actions cannot be undone…
Yet is there really any harm…
When inside it felt like fun…

Just cover up your tracks…
Keep them all in the dark…
Carrying this in your soul…
Like a fucking ruthless shark…

And never speak about it…
It’s there, but left unsaid…
Seductive, raw and emotional…
Now memories in your head…

Quietly keep it secret…
And bury it deep inside…
Where regret won’t find you…
So its morals are denied…

So regret it in the morning…
It could be worth the price…
Just live for the moment…
We live only once, not twice…

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Amazing photo by Leah Johnston

“You don’t fuck with Harry’s money, you don’t fuck Harry’s girls”…

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You don’t know Harry…

Anything like I do…

Or what he’s capable of…

When hidden out of view…

The things he does…

His actions and deeds…

Things that he thinks…

The fear that feeds…

And drive him on…

With a need for control…

Which keeps him sane…

Motivating his soul…

For sinful distraction…

Of each and every kind…

He has no boundaries…

And no ties that bind…

He’s free to do anything…

Anytime that he wants…

Devoid of any conscience…

Or a little voice that haunts…

He is the ruler of his universe…

The commander of his ship…

If you dare to cross Harry…

He’ll swiftly lash the whip…

And leave you badly wounded…

But thankful you’re not dead…

As Harry could easily kill you…

Or have “THEM” crush your head…

Without batting an eyelid…

And without a moment’s thought…

It’s the way that Harry rolls…

It’s the way that he was taught…

So be under no illusion…

Be smart and work it out…

Harry is a fucking monster…

Of that there is no doubt…

Because you don’t know Harry…

Anything like I do…

Or what he’s capable of…

When Harry’s in the mood…

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“Now the drugs don’t work, they just make you worse”…

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There is no magic pill…
To take away his pain…
Remove all the hate…
That infects his brain…
The mistake that he made…
Can never be undone…
One wrong decision…
And his love was gone…

He left just for an hour…
Met his friends from work…
Came home to a disaster…
To a world of blood and hurt…
Now glaring at the accused…
Ignoring Judge and Jury…
He’s showing no emotion…
Disregards all the fury…

Accused pleads not guilty…
In the eyes of the law…
And in front of God…
On the bible he swore…
Accused of this slaughter…
And innocent lives taken…
The wife and the child…
It left a community shaken…

The child’s throat slit…
Right in front of his mother…
And before it was her turn…
She was raped and smothered…
The evidence stacks up…
But the accused won’t admit…
He’s refusing to confess…
To this crime he did commit…

The returning Jury file in…
And they cannot decide…
A split decision entered…
The accused just smugly smiles…
The Judge calls for silence…
As the words incite debate…
A hung Jury is the outcome…
Legal justice has to wait…

But it is the final straw…
The silent gun is pointed…
A single shot rings out…
The panicking room’s disjointed…
The accused is now slumped…
Bloody and dead in his chair…
Real justice is done…
The shooter doesn’t care…

Turning the gun on himself…
He gently pulls the trigger…
Joins his wife and child…
In a heavenly shimmer…
There was no magic pill…
To take away his pain…
But he removed the hurt…
With a bullet in his brain…

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Picture credit – amycornelson.deviantart.com

“While some leave you counting, the stars in the night”…

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He’s stood on a rooftop…
And time is standing still…
A sweet stolen moment…
An unbelievable thrill…
Nobody is watching…
Under a star filled sky…
There’s no rhyme nor reason…
And no point asking why…
As there is no real answer…
Nothing that would make sense…
There are just feeble excuses…
With no robust defence…
That will never hold up…
In the eyes of the law…
Or in front of the Gods…
Who’ve seen it all before…
A Hundred Million times…
The outcome always the same…
Where the guilty ones hide…
And refuse to take any blame…

He carried the dark secret…
Locked it deep away…
Only letting it out…
To quietly remember the day…
That he was teleported…
Onto another world…
Where two realities combined…
And white lines got blurred…
As forbidden lips collided…
Bodies intertwined and fused…
Before being sadly parted…
Leaving heads and hearts confused…
But forging such a memory…
That wasn’t his to control…
And no matter what came after…
Gravity had altered his soul…
And pulls him to that rooftop…
Whenever he closes his eyes…
A most beautiful moment…
Wrapped up in danger and in lies…

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“They had pulled her out the river, in that same Black dress”…

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Stood in the room…
What has he done…

Blood on his hands…
Staring at the one…

Who’s lying there…
Her face now a mess…

Her stockings all ripped…
Just like her Black dress…
 
That looked so resplendent…
Only 2 hours ago…

As she drunk her whisky…
And let him know…

That he was the one…
In for a good night…

She unlocked her doors…
Gave an open invite…
 
To explore her body…
And enter her soul..

As she craved company…
To fill her void and hole…

They pushed and pulled…
And she sexually teased…

But then changed her mind…
As she felt ill at ease…
 
And pushed him away…
Before he could start…

He felt her rejection…
A knife through his heart…

And it fired his anger…
Which he couldn’t control…

Threw her against a wall…
Putting on a big man’s show…
 
And forcing the issue…
Giving her what for…

Told her she deserved it…
Then beat her to the floor…

Now he’s stood there…
Overseeing the fatal mess…

Blood all over his hands…
And her torn Black dress…

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Photo credit to Mikko Reinikainen

“Lying in the dark, I think that I’m beginning to know her”…

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With the wind in her hair…
And passion in her eyes…
She’s the type to dare…
Keeps her fears disguised…
Adventure owns her soul…
Has a carefree view on life…
She’s always in control…
Walks the blade, avoids the knife…

She’s enchanted many men…
They all fall at her feet…
Entrapping them all over again…
Each and every time they meet…
But inside she is so empty…
No love can be enjoyed…
The sum of all her history…
The emotion she’s tried hard to avoid…

She prefered to be a Magpie…
Claiming all that’s Gold…
As time has slowly passed her by…
It’s left her heart so cold…
So she keeps on moving…
Eyes focused dead ahead…
She needs to keep on proving…
That her way works instead…

But she can’t bare to be reminded…
Of the one that came so close…
The Golden one she blinded…
The man with the Yellow rose…
He was her wind, played with her hair…
Put the passion into her eyes…
Now she no longer feels or cares…
That day her heart just died…

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Drawing by Nina Fang – Click the image to visit her blog…