“Like a dream to have you on my arm”…

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He’s stuck in a moment,
his eyes on the past…

His brain full of nostalgia,
with memories that last…

And haunt his present,
whilst struggling to get through…

As the life he’s living,
is filled with images of you…

The one he craved for,
Twenty years ago…

He knew from the first moment,
but he had to let go…

As the timing was wrong and
the stars weren’t aligned…

Yet he always loved you and
at one stage, tried to find…

Tracking you down,
to tell you his thoughts…

But when he saw you,
cold feet forced him to abort…

So he stood in the shadows,
gazed upon your face…

Saw your contented smile,
then left without a trace…

But with a shattered heart,
that refused to mend…

And told him over and over,
to bin the love letters, not send…

Now Twenty years later,
he has not moved on…

And still lives in the past,
even if it’s so wrong…

Filled with such regret,
at not taking his chance…

That moment in his life,
when he wanted to dance…

But now sits in the window,
that lonely table for one…

His heart aching for her,
as his mind comes undone…

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“If we are going to Hell, we might as well enjoy the fall”…

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Is he still a good person…
If Jesus is not in his heart…
If he doesn’t believe in religion…
And he didn’t agree from the start…

Does it mean that he is a Devil…
Someone to be despised…
And considered a mortal horror…
When viewed through someone else’s eyes…

Is he going to be banned from heaven…
The place we all should aspire to…
Will the spirit elevator just take him down…
To the basement below level two…

Is he destined to walk the Earth forever…
Because no one will take his soul in…
Should he start to hedge his bets…
And perhaps let one of them win…

Does it mean that his soul is branded…
As simply not a worthy man…
Because he won’t get on his knees…
And shout “God, I’m your biggest fan”

And even if that’s what he did…
Which God would want him the most…
So many of them to choose from…
And he’s lacking a quiz show host…

If he sits and asks for forgiveness…
Beg to be cleansed of his sins…
Confess all his crimes on a night time…
Perhaps one of them may let him in…

He’s got time to figure this out…
But only God knows just how long…
As the end is getting closer…
Will God tell him if he calls it wrong…

Because religion doesn’t inspire him…
It looks like a cult for the damned…
There are ones that abuse its children…
And others who blow up their men…

Some people will knock on his door…
And tell him about this mythical being…
What do they know that he doesn’t…
What does he miss that they’re seeing…

So please, is he still a good person…
If Jesus doesn’t enter his heart…
If he doesn’t buy into religion…
By the time he is due to depart…

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“I got a feeling that just won’t go away”…

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Staring into the eye of a storm…
With both of us refusing to blink…
This dark cloud gathered as I was born…
Leaving my mind clear to think…

Though it may look a bit confusing…
And it may appear out of all control…
In the moment of my choosing…
I’ll shake the dice and roll…

And take the chance to change…
To push them all away…
All the monsters, the weird and strange…
And my demons I will one day slay…

Because “THEY” never feared romancing…
Or allowed their true feelings to show…
But warned about ladies dancing…
In the light of the moon’s Red glow…

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“When you talk to me in circles, take your foot out of your mouth”…

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Relax and close your eyes,
now just listen to my voice…

I’m going to put you in a trance,
you don’t really have a choice…

I’m about to twist your mind and
control all your thoughts…

With some simple manipulation,
as there’s a lesson to be taught…

Because you crossed the line and
thought it wise to mess with me…

So this is now my chance,
to make your blind eyes see…

And feel the painful misery,
I think that you deserve…

Beginning with public humiliation,
because I hope that this will serve…

As a clear and stark warning,
to any of the others…

Who think that they are clever,
but soon will discover…

The power that I hold and
the immense energy I created…

Taking over your weak body,
showing how you underestimated…

The depths of my depravity and
the hatred deep within my soul…

That flows through my veins,
as I begin to take full control…

And you become my puppet,
A simple figure of fun…

But when this performance ends,
the real show will have just begun…

As I plant key words and actions,
deep inside your feeble mind…

And any trigger word spoken,
will simply serve to remind…

Of the day you crossed the line,
thought it funny to fuck with me…

And the day I took revenge,
inserting madness into your reality…

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“Write down “I am OK”, a hundred times the doctors say”…

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I search in the darkness, for a sign…
At the same time, I pretend I’m fine…
Missing the point, then crossing the line…
Never expressing, what’s deep inside…
Or letting them see, when Eye cried…
The mistakes I make and the times I lied…
One day, I may finally understand…
Keeping an eye, on the hourglasses sand…
As I lose my sanity, strand by strand…
Yearning to leave, this no man’s land…

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“Flying in the face of love”…

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She’s stood in the corner…
Sat facing the wall…
Hiding in the darkness…
Running away from it all…
Dodging bullets of real life…
And all responsibility...
Looking for distraction…
And chances to feel free…
 
Disguising all her fears…
Disgusted by her thoughts…
Dealing with the Devil…
It’s so tense and it’s so fraught…
Looking for life’s signals…
Following the wrong direction…
Orchestrating from the shadows…
Perfecting misdirection…
 
Searching for something…
Answers and sweet lies…
Wrapped up in someone…
Who makes her feel alive…
All smoke and hotel mirrors…
Fucking with her head…
Yet all she ever dreamt about…
Could never ever be said…
 
It’s a guilty mind’s mentality…
At the bottom of her ocean…
Trapped underneath the rocks…
Concealed by dark emotion…
There is no way out of here…
No chance of an escape…
She’s the sum of all her history…
And the choices that she’s made…
 
She can’t change her story…
Erase all the twists and turns…
And what lies before her…
Are unscripted lines she learns…
Makes it up as she goes along…
And ignores the rules of fate…
Accepting her part of the blame…
Within each and every mistake…
 
Now she’s stood in the corner…
And rests her head against a wall…
Hiding out in the darkness…
Running away from it all…
Trapped by all that’s real in life…
And all the responsibility…
She’s looking for distractions…
And chances to fly free…

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“You know she has no sense”…

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I’m not locked in with you…
You’re locked in with me…

Can you now understand…
Do your eyes finally see…

That this is my prison…
My own private cell…

You’re now my cell mate…
Welcome to my Hell…

You’ll soon begin to realise…
And be quick to discover…

The life that you craved for…
Is not like any of the others…

It’s got tied up hands…
And a chained up mind…

Is this what you wanted…
Did you think you would find…

A life that was different…
Full of colour and wonder…

Days of sheer excitement…
Nights of lightning and thunder…

What were you expecting…
What the fuck were you thinking…

Did you not understand me…
When I told you I was sinking…

But you don’t fucking listen…
Only hear what you want…

Now you’ve see my reality…
And it’s starting to haunt…

Do you think I enjoy this…
It’s a fucking feeble existence…

Walking round in circles…
And looking for instance…

Of deep dark distraction…
To get myself through…

I thought I had found that…
And instead I found you…

But you wanted more…
Now you’re locked in with me…

Maybe now you understand…
And your eyes finally see…

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