“Infect me with your love and fill me with your poison”…

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You don’t know what you do to me…
You don’t know how this feels…

All these crazy feelings…
Please tell me this is real…

You leave my poor heart pounding…
My head just fucking spins…

I know that I’m not dreaming…
But not sure where we begin…

This attraction is so powerful…
Am so scared of where it’ll lead…

There will be recriminations…
If these actions do succeed…

Do you realise what you started…
Have you any idea what you’ve done…

This sinful world is not my place…
I miss the warmth of the Sun…

There is danger all around us…
In everything we say or do…

Are you really risking everything…
Or are you taking me for a fool…

Your eyes don’t betray your feelings…
Your mouth won’t give you away…

I misinterpret what you say to me…
Is this just a game you play…

I need to know the answer…
There is so much at stake…

Yet I’m gambling everything…
Knowing it will end in sheer heartbreak…

Maybe I need to see a doctor…
Or at least get some therapy…

I need a way to forget your face…
And end this insane fantasy…

But how do I escape you…
Or wipe you from my memory…

I’m trying hard to forget the truth…
And focus on day to day reality…

You don’t know what you do to me…
Please tell me you feel the same…

All these fucked up feelings…
My soul burns with your name…

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“There’s nothing safe, about this life”…

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Death’s cold hand,
reaches out again…

Leaving behind misery,
desolation and pain…

A stark reminder,
of how fragile we are…

Here for a moment,
on a journey to the stars…

As the mortal coil,
is forever unwinding…

This life is for living,
yet we are dying…

By day and by night,
we ignore and pretend…

Whilst we edge closer,
to the bittter end…

Knowing that Death,
is always inches away…

We could dodge for years,
or we could go today…

And at that moment,
when we stop breathing…

When we are shown,
the footage of our deceiving…

Those final flashbacks,
like the movie edits…

All of the sins and
all of our regrets…

We’ll finally understand,
just what was planted…

The gift of our life,
we took for granted…

As we arrogantly wandered,
persistently distracting…

With delusions of grandeur,
whilst seldom respecting…

The power of Death and
all that he brings…

Until it’s too late and
the Angel choir sings…

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“Is there nothing more anybody can do”…

Please welcome Susan as my latest Guest Poet.

You can read more of her work here: https://focalbreeze.wordpress.com/

If you would like to be a Guest Poet, please email your words to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

To those who have partaken, thank you!

Please bear with me as I work through all the recent submissions!

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“Across The Tracks”

Curled up in the dead of night,
The sense of sight is stripped away,

The distant train warns to make way.
Shaking the ground, invoking fright.

Under the bridge, they sleep tight.
Garden of hunger, the bodies unfold.

In vain they struggle to ward off the cold.
How I pray, hoping they will be all right.

In the gallows of volition the cages sing,
“Where will my next meal come from?”

Their home where the shadows skulk;
Gathering blankets and all I can bring,

Across the tracks to the slum –
A failed economy, presented in bulk.

“Teardrop on the fire, of a confession”…

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His words were always…

Lost in translation…

She would smile sweetly…

But it was no consolation…

She understood little…

Much to his frustration…

But when their eyes met…

He felt the transformation…

As a lightning bolt hit…

That defied all explanation…

Like star crossed lovers…

From different constellations…

A fantasy come true…

The feeling of pure exhilaration…

From the very first moment…

And very first flirtation…

Where innocence was lost…

When under interrogation…

Driven by Lust’s power…

And the thrill of temptation…

Which blinded their morals…

And erased their education…

Pure souls slowly becoming…

Solied with sinful contamination…

Walking down the path…

Towards eternal damnation…

As corrupted minds…

Shared unspoken conversation…

When stood trembling beside her…

She felt his vibration…

When touching each other…

He was lost to infatuation…

But when it was all over…

Came a wave of aggravation…

As the spite and anger grew…

So did each painful accusation…

But time wandered on…

And in space for contemplation…

Blinded eyes were prised open…

Like a religious revelation…

His words are now always…

Filled with guarded hesitation…

As she looks right through him…

Freed from any expectation…

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Photography by Benoit Courti

“Sinner, I have never learned”…

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The angels won’t save you…
They’ve covered their eyes…

And blocked their ears…
So they can’t hear your lies…

They know what you’re doing…
They watch from a far…

They are keeping a record…
Each and every little scar…

Every time you deceive…
Each mark your soul…

They know all the details…
And the size of the hole…

The one that’s being dug…
Especially for you…

Your final resting place…
When this life is through…

As you won’t fly with angels…
Or sit on the right hand…

There’ll be no Vestal Virgins…
There’ll be no promised land…

Your fate has been written…
By you and you alone…

The depths of Hell awaits…
Chained to Satan’s throne…

Forever to be reminded…
Of what you have done…

Your crimes all replayed…
All your dark sins rerun…

In a perpetual playback…
For your eyes only…

Showing you the impact…
On the weak and the lonely…

Those you have hurt…
And stabbed in the back…

Those lives you ruined…
And pushed into the black…

Because no one can save you…
You’re the one they despise…

The one who is marked…
A sinner with snake eyes…

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“You go back to her and I go back to black”…

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Please don’t lock me out…
Please don’t push me away…

Hear me when I shout…
Believe I’m here to stay…

Try to get my message…
And read all my signs…

Realise what you are doing…
Revaluate your life’s design…

This is for the best…
Awake from your dreamland…

Don’t waste time hating him…
Just try and understand…

That you’re in a black place…
And I simply want to assist…

If you open up the doors…
I’ll try help you lift the mist…

We’ll take it at your pace…
Slowly, step by step…

We can talk it through…
Unpick this spider’s web…

I know it’s not an easy task…
I have no magic wand…

I’ll sit and talk for hours…
I’m really yours to command…

But you really have to trust me…
I know that it seems hard…

You’re the key to all of this…
You alone hold all the cards…

I know what you’ve been through…
And none of it’s your fault…

The world has been against you…
In a full all-out assault…

You’re trapped in a prison…
Your own little private cell…

Let’s work out how to escape…
Be free from this living Hell…

I’m not saying it will be easy…
Nothing worthwhile ever is…

But I’ll help you overcome this…
And defeat this dark nemesis…

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“It’s my soul that you shook”…

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Smiling with his eyes,
quickly gaining her trust…

Too good to be true,
so gentle and yet… just…

Something about him,
something not quite right…

Like he had a dark aura,
that burned so bright…

And one day she saw it,
her heart nearly stopped…

Left her bruised and broken,
as the mask quickly dropped…

So she ran and she ran,
as fast as she could…

Getting far, far away,
leaving him for good…

Regaining some control,
beginning to live her life…

Away from his grasp and
his venomous spite…

Breaking those chains,
running wild and free…

Keeping it so real,
for everybody to see…

Always moving forward,
never daring to look back…

Where memories sit waiting,
to uncoil and to attack…

And unpick the scars,
that time has slowly healed…

Because on this journey,
her true voice was revealed…

And she found a space,
his anger couldn’t reach…

An independent haven,
on her own private beach…

Numbing all her pain,
with a soul filled language…

Revitalising her soul and
repairing all the damage…

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