The Damned…

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In the cold valley of the dead…
Where the moon refuses to rise…

The beaten and the damned…
Slowly walk, with lifeless eyes…

Carrying their sinful burden…
Weighed down by their crimes…

Committed in the knowledge…
That there would come a time…

Payment would be expected…
For the sullied lives they led…

And for each dark indiscretion…
A strand of soul would be shed…

Leading them to this silent place…
Where there is no form of mercy…

Where their devils and their demons…
Became jailers in this purgatory…

Injecting visions into their heads…
Replaying flashbacks of the past…

A constant and daily reminder…
A mental punishment that will last…

Ensuring the blood on their hands…
Will never wash clean in the river…

And permanently staining their sight…
So whenever they search in a mirror…

They witness the horror before them…
See the monsters they’ve become…

And in their descent into this evil…
Became property of the snakelike one…

Who must carry their deepest secrets…
Beyond earth’s unforgiving cold grave…

Understanding they are lost forever…
With no chance that someone will save…

As it was part of the deal they signed…
Which was then sealed by their actions…

And the small print in the contract…
Prevented any last ditch retraction…

From the cold valley of the damned…
Where the sinners will always rise…

Once their time on earth is over…
And silver coins cover their eyes…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Gods Gonna Cut You Down” By Johnny Cash

Side Three…

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Every love becomes hate story…
Is a circle with three sides…

There is his and there is hers…
Both are desperate to advise…

Each with a made up version…
Of what they want you to hear…

Both twisting and distorting…
To custom fit your listening ear…

Then somewhere in-between…
All the hurt and all their lies…

Quietly sits the side three…
Which neither party can disguise…

It’s the heart of the matter…
Forged from the purest truth…

One no detective can decipher…
Not even the greatest sleuth…

It’s the grey area that’s ignored…
The facts that fiction glazes over…

The real reason for their pain…
Like an unwelcome hangover…

Because this version will not bend…
It refuses to be subjective…

And without any feelings…
It remains true, cold and objective…

So no matter what is said…
By each or either party…

Who will spin and try disguise…
To ensure the waters are murky…

It remains something honest…
For that reason it’s overlooked…

But when listening to each version…
Truth needs to be fish hooked…

And dragged into the picture…
Before any judgement is made…

Or you think of taking sides…
Between the light and the shade…

Because care needs to be taken…
Believing versions of their story…

And choosing between his and hers…
As they try rewrite their history…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “If You Could Read My Mind” By Gordon Lightfoot

Whispering Voices…

london

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Walking through the city…
Reinventing who I am…

The perfect opportunity…
To become a different man…

Wandering through shadows…
Where no one even cares…

Just who or what I am…
They are totally unaware…

Of all the sins I carry…
The heavy cross I bear…

As nobody ever notices…
Nor hears the whispered prayer…

It’s a place of total freedom…
For the weird, the wise and wrong…

Not a place of judgement…
But a place where I belong…

A sense of shamed community…
For all sinners and their ghosts…

Who walk through life’s falling rain…
But never follow the signposts…

Always choosing the wrong path…
And straying off into the dark…

But the city will never criticise…
Or make any cold sly remark…

It embraces all your darkness…
And covers up all your sin…

It’s a supernatural place…
Where life’s losers sometimes win…

Where rules are meant for breaking…
Not worrying about tomorrow…

Even lending you an invisible spell…
For anyone who wants to borrow…

So I’m walking through the city…
And reinventing who I am…

Looking out for opportunities…
To become a different man…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “West End Girls” By The Pet Shop Boys