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“And everybody knows it’s wrong”…

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It’s tapping at the window…
The window of your soul…

Wanting to be noticed…
Trying to take control…

Attempting to enter…
Convince you to let it in…

Seducing with the dark side…
Leading down the path of sin…

It’s offering you temptation…
And quietly whispering…

Providing an opportunity…
For the Devil to sing…

Loud into your ear…
Trying to turn your head…

Would anyone really care if…
You acted on what’s said…

And let him rule your heart…
Despite all common sense…

Imagine the adventures…
They would be so intense…

Away from all the boredom…
Where your life is wedged…

But knowing you’re alive…
And living on the edge…

Ignoring all the warnings…
Never counting the cost…

How much your soul will pay…
Once in the valley of the lost…

Because there is no redemption…
And there is no way back…

Once you allow the voices in…
You become open to attack…

And begin to lose all sight…
Of what is right, what is wrong…

No matter your moral compass…
Or if you think that you are strong…

It’s still tapping at the window…
So are you going to let it in…

Allow it to wash over you…
And fill your heart with sin…

~

 

“All the things, come back to you”…

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The Angel’s decent, strangely began…
In a random encounter with a Chinese man…

Who spoke quietly, all about his life…
The trauma, the troubles and all his strife…

About how he fought for everything…
Before he taught his soul to sing…

Steven Tyler sang as she went on her way…
“Dream on” were the words she heard him say…

“All the things, come back to you”…
Was the warning in this surreal tune…

But the Angel didn’t listen to that warning…
Her course was set until the morning…

And with the wind beginning to build…
The night air was becoming strangely filled…

With the scent of something so unknown…
And into turmoil she was utterly thrown…

As the eyes of a Demon came into view…
It was one of those moments that feels so true…

Burns down to the core of your very soul…
The spine-tingling moment you lose control…

She looked at him and he stared at her…
For just one second she would honestly swear…

There was a point of connected clarity…
And from that moment, she could not see…

Blind and powerless he led the dance…
She began floating in a half dazed trance…

Wandering down life’s darkened street…
And in an instant she felt the heat…

Of Hell’s burning flames calling out…
As her head was filled with thoughts of doubt…

But the Demon was much too strong…
She became enchanted by his sweet songs…

He held her in his powerful sway…
Through winding streets and alley ways…

He intoxicated the rain filled air…
Yet by his side, she just didn’t care…

The Demon tempted and pointed to drink…
As she began to fall, she began to sink…

The world she knew just melted away…
Reality blurred, with no hint of dismay…

As fallen Angels began setting their traps…
Under the cold moonlight, she collapsed…

And became a different version or three…
The kind she’d never let the real world see…

Jumping from one planet onto another…
It was only then that she discovered…

Something so different, something so refined…
And in a stolen moment, lips intertwined…

As the world around faded from view…
She forgot everything she thought she knew…

And whilst Hell’s fire burned bright and Red…
The Demon invited her into his bed…

But at the point of no return…
As the Devil danced and the flames did burn…

The Chinese man once again appeared…
This time older, with a Grey beard…

Said “Wait, it’s not too late,
Don’t give in and become this Demon’s first mate.
All is not as it seems,
Free yourself from this Demon’s dream”…

The words struck deep into her heart…
And she & the Demon, did reluctantly part…

When she awoke to face the new day…
She lay there wondering what to say…

It had felt like the most vivid dream…
And she let out the most silent scream…

Her soul now scarred and ripped forever…
But with little remorse as she ascended to Heaven…

The Chinese man never again returned…
But his words carried deep into her soul and burned…

Now Steven Tyler keeps singing his haunting song…
Whilst the Demon sits in Hell, where he belongs…

~

“Watch you smile while you are sleeping”…

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He kept his eyes wide open…
Every time that they kissed…

To make sure it was real…
And no detail was missed…

Or a single moment…
Of this unbelievable dream…

To remind him that it happened…
And she really was his queen…

Whose shimmering beauty…
Outshone all those around…

He couldn’t believe his luck…
At what he had found…

But this story had two sides…
And there was no escape…

Even if she’d wanted to…
There’s no route she could take…

As she was caught in his web…
And totally under his control…

Between a rock and a stone…
She couldn’t tell a soul…

Who would have believed her…
Her story was just fiction…

A total fantasy mixed with lies…
And an added erotic addiction…

But he knew where it was going…
And was clear what he wants…

Even if, in the midst of it all…
His guilty mind screams and haunts…

And reminded him constantly…
That this was just not right…

She didn’t belong to him…
But his conscience lost the fight…

As she now lies in front of him…
Staring blankly into space…

All hair and perfect make up…
No imperfections on her face…

In her dress, without her heels…
He laid her out on the bed…

Her heart no longer beating…
She now belongs to the dead…

And he’s stood there watching…
Like some twisted voyeur…

Feasting on his evil deed…
And silently hovering over her…

His victim number twelve…
His latest treasure, his prize…

Who now stares back at him…
With dull and lifeless eyes…

He kept her eyes open…
As he strangled her throat…

To make sure she watched…
So he could quietly gloat…

Loving every single moment…
Like he was in some sordid dream…

As he soaked in her final breath…
And her final muffled scream…

~

“Raise your hands up to the sky”…

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Raise your hands…

Up to the sky…

Never ever question…

Never ask why…

Just follow the system…

Obey all the signs…

Listen to the preacher…

Walk forward blind…

Move like a Sheep…

In a field of Wolves…

Avoiding their teeth…

And horns of the Bulls…

That appear from nowhere…

From behind the trees…

It’s how “THEY” trick you…

And make you believe…

Keeping you walking…

Straight down the line…

Trick you into thinking…

That everything’s FINE…

Whilst “THEY” steal your soul…

Sneak in the back door…

So you never notice…

Yet offer them more…

Not even realising…

On your hands and knees…

As you pray unto them…

So eager to please…

Offering to them…

Everything you own…

But “THEY” already own it…

It was a story you were told…

That talks about freedom…

As if it really exists…

This gift from the Gods…

The lie that persists…

But the truth is stranger…

Wrapped up in that lie…

As you will only be free…

On the day that you die…

~

“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…

~

“All the things, come back to you”…

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~

Her decent into Hell strangely began…
In a random encounter with a Chinese man…

Who spoke quietly, all about his life…
The trauma, the troubles and all his strife…

About how he fought for everything…
Before he taught his soul to sing…

Steven Tyler sang as she went on her way…
Dream on were the words she heard him say…

“All the things, come back to you”…
Was the warning in this surreal tune…

But she didn’t listen to that warning…
Her course was set until the morning…

And with the wind beginning to build…
The night air was becoming strangely filled…

With the scent of something so unknown…
And into turmoil she was utterly thrown…

As the eyes of a Demon came into view…
It was one of those moments that feels so true…

Burns down to the core of your very soul…
The spine-tingling moment you lose control…

She looked at him and he stared at her…
For just one second she would honestly swear…

There was a point of connected clarity…
And from that moment on, she could not see…

Blind and powerless he led the dance…
She began floating in a half dazed trance…

Wandering down life’s darkened street…
And in an instant she felt the heat…

Of Hell’s burning flames calling out…
And her head was filled with thoughts of doubt…

But the Demon was much too strong…
She became enchanted as they went along…

The city held her in its powerful sway…
Through winding streets and alley ways…

Intoxicated in the rain filled air…
Yet by his side, she just didn’t care…

The Demon tempted and pointed to drink…
And she began to fall and into Hell she did sink…

The world she knew just melted away…
Reality blurred, no hint of dismay…

Fallen angels began to set their traps…
Under the moonlight, somewhere she collapsed…

And became a different version or three…
The kind she could never let the real world see…

Jumping from one planet and on to another…
It was only then that she discovered…

Something so different, something so refined…
And in a stolen moment, lips intertwined…

As the world around faded from view…
She forgot everything she thought she knew…

Hell’s fire burned bright and Red…
As the Demon invited her into his bed…

But at the point of no return…
As the Devil danced and the flames did burn…

The Chinese man once again appeared…
This time older, with a Grey beard…

Said “Wait, it’s not too late,
Don’t give in and become the Devil’s first mate.
All is not as it seems,
Free yourself from this Demon’s dreams”…

The words struck deep into her heart…
And the Demon and she did reluctantly depart…

When she awoke to face the new born day…
She lay there, wondering what on Earth to say…

It had felt like the most vivid dream…
And she let out the most silent scream…

Her soul now scarred and ripped forever…
But with no regret, not now, not ever…

The Chinese man never again returned…
But his words carried so deep into her soul, it burned…

Now Steven Tyler keeps singing his haunting song…
As the Demon was dragged to Hell,  back where he belongs…

~

“Something right with the world today and everybody knows it’s wrong”…

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It’s tapping at the window…
The window of your soul…
Wanting to be noticed…
Trying to take control…
Attempting to enter…
Convince you to let it in…
Seducing with the dark side…
Leading down the path of sin…

It’s offering you temptation…
And quietly whispering…
Providing an opportunity…
For the Devil to sing…
Loud into your ear…
Trying to turn your head…
Would anyone really care if…
You acted on what’s said…

And let him rule your heart…
Despite all common sense…
Imagine the adventures…
They would be so fucking tense…
Away from all the boredom…
Where your life is wedged…
But knowing you’re alive…
And living on the edge…

Ignoring all the warning signs…
Never counting the cost…
How much your soul will pay…
Once in the valley of the lost…
Because there is no redemption…
And there is no way back…
Once you allow the voices in…
You become open to attack…

And begin to lose all sight…
Of what is right and what is wrong…
No matter your moral compass…
Or if you think that you are strong…
It’s still tapping at the window…
So are you going to let it in…
Allow it to wash over you…
And fill your heart with sin…

~

 

“Girl, before I met you I was F.I.N.E. fine”…

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FINE …

One word …

Four letters …

Let’s pretend …

That nothing matters …

Nothing is wrong …

No words spoken …

When deep inside …

Everything is broken …

Won’t tell a soul …

Can’t let them see …

So all is FINE …

And good with me …

Say the word …

And nobody asks …

Not scratching the surface …

Just walking on past …

Moving on to the next …

Leaving me alone …

They dodge a bullet …

Whilst I stifle my moan …

Covering the truth …

There’s no other way …

What if I told you …

What would you say …

If I opened up …

What could you do …

It’s not your problem …

These are my issues …

Seen through my eyes …

And my perspective …

What do you care …

It’s all so subjective …

My mountain ranges …

Are your mole hills …

My fears, my doubts …

You’d handle with skill …

So it’s not important …

No need to vent …

I’ll keep it inside …

And that will prevent …

You needing to invest …

Any more of your time …

Because it doesn’t matter …

Honestly, I’m F.I.N.E …
 
Fucked up…
Insecure…
Neurotic…
Emotional…

~

“All that she touched, she set on fire”…

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She is like a masterpiece…
Hanging on the wall…
In every way she’s flawless…
And towers above them all…

Her eyes shine like diamonds…
With soft skin like a peach…
Hair that’s akin to pure spun gold…
That smile requires no speech…

She’s every artist’s muse…
Cause of the poet’s pain…
The more you gaze upon her…
The further you’re driven insane…

She leaves you totally breathless…
In her presence you go weak…
A glance can make the difference…
Her company you crave and seek…

There’s no one else quite like her…
No matter how hard you look…
Many men have tried to ensnare…
But she’s dodged their every hook…

And like so many before you…
You can look but dare not touch…
She’s a fantasy off limits…
Even though you want her so much…

She remains just out of reach…
But keeps within your sight…
When she’s not sat beside you…
She’s in your dreams at night…

She’s the burning in your desire…
And the sunrise in your east…
Leaves your soul tormented…
Upon her lips you want to feast…

And hold her naked body…
So close and never let it go…
The Devil planted this seed…
Your mind now makes it grow…

But she remains a masterpiece…
Just like Dorian Gray…
Beautiful, graceful and elegant…
She’ll forever stay that way…

~

Amazing art by David Walker

“Watch you smile while you are sleeping”…

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He kept his eyes wide open…
Each time that they kissed…
To make sure it was real…
And no detail was missed…
Or a single moment…
Of this unbelievable dream…
To remind him that it happened…
And she really was his queen…

Whose shimmering beauty…
Outshone all those around…
He couldn’t believe his luck…
At what he had found…
But this story had two sides…
And there was no escape…
Even if she’d wanted to…
There’s no route she could take…

As she was caught in his web…
And totally under his control…
Between a rock and a stone…
She couldn’t tell a soul…
Who would have believed her…
Her story was just fiction…
A total fantasy mixed with lies…
And an added erotic addiction…

But he knew where it was going…
And was clear what he wants…
Even if, in the midst of it all…
His guilty mind screams and haunts…
And reminded him constantly…
That this was just not right…
She didn’t belong to him…
But his conscience lost the fight…

As she now lies in front of him…
Staring blankly into space…
All hair and perfect make up…
No imperfections on her face…
In her dress, without her heels…
He laid her out on the bed…
Her heart no longer beating…
She now belongs to the dead…

And he’s stood there watching…
Like some twisted voyeur…
Feasting on his evil deed…
And silently hovering over her…
His victim number twelve…
His latest treasure, his prize…
Who now stares back at him…
With dull and lifeless eyes…

He kept her eyes open…
As he strangled her throat…
To make sure she watched…
So he could quietly gloat…
Loving every single moment…
Like he was in some sordid dream…
As he soaked in her final breath…
And her final muffled scream…

~