“It always ends the same”…

femme

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Life’s just too short…

To play this game…

Each time I do…

I’m burnt by the flame…

So take your foot…

From off my head…

Allow me to breathe…

And live my life instead…

Of waiting for you…

To give me a sign…

Or show to me…

That you could be mine…

I just can’t keep waiting…

For you to play fair…

Or give me a hint…

That you actually care…

It’s such hard work…

Consumes all my time…

Thinking about you…

Is that such a crime…

Even if that is bad…

I’ll tell you what’s worse…

You infecting me with…

This impossible curse…

A never ending vision…

Cemented into my mind…

Just one perfect moment…

Frozen in space and time…

You knew I’d want more…

Of that there’s no doubt…

So come and find me…

Quietly, no need to shout…

Just come and hold me…

And give me your tongue…

Because this battle has ended…

The war has long been won…

You don’t need to say it…

A simple kiss will do…

So stop playing games…

And let me inside you…

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“I’ve looked at life, from both sides now”…

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She’s been to dark places…
Where the sun never shines…

And the sky is covered over…
By the blackness in her mind…

She’s enjoyed evil thoughts…
Matched by her actions…

She’s hurt those around…
Whilst seeking some distraction…

She’s a version of another…
The person no one else sees…

Like a stealthy secret agent…
A double life she leads…

Taking risks with her life…
Gently loving, yet deceiving…

In the search of something…
To keep her believing…

That there is more to life…
That a truth will be found…

To assist her find the peace…
So she can sleep sound…

And switch off the visions…
That race through her head…

And mute all the voices…
Wishing she’d not said…

Words of bitter cruelty…
The words of pure hate…

Words she can’t take back…
And that didn’t translate…

Into how she’s feeling…
Because she can’t articulate…

The pain that surrounds her…
She fears it’s much too late…

To resolve this situation…
Or ever reclaim her soul…

That’s inked with her crimes…
Now out of all control…

As she sits in dark places…
Where the sun never shines…

And the sky is covered over…
By the black clouds in her mind…

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“Too many shadows, whispering voices”…

london

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Walking through the city…

Reinventing who I am…

A perfect opportunity…

To be a different man…

Wandering through shadows…

No one even cares…

Who or what I am…

They are totally unaware…

Of the sins I carry…

And the cross I bear…

Nobody ever notices…

No fucker really cares…

It’s a place of total freedom…

For the weird and wise and wrong…

Not a place of judgement…

But a place where I belong…

A sense of shamed community…

For the sinners and the ghosts…

Walking through life’s falling rain…

Never following the signposts…

Always choosing the wrong path…

And straying off into the dark…

But the city will never criticise…

Or make any sly remark…

It embraces all your darkness…

And covers up 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…

Reinventing who I am…

Looking out for opportunities…

To become a different man…

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“She’ll be your essence, she’ll be your blood”…

bloog

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There’s always an exception…

An exception to his rules…

Rules that shouldn’t be broken…

As broken hearts get split in two…

Leaving two hundred million reasons…

Reasons which all got twisted…

Twisted to fit his dark desires…

Desires that just kept on burning…

Burning like stars in the sky…

A sky that was once so peaceful…

So peaceful with sweet dreams…

But dreams kept on recurring…

Recurring with thoughts and themes…

Themes of a forbidden desire…

A desire for the one he couldn’t have…

Have forever as his true love…

A love that could have been so wild…

As wild temptations hung around…

Hung around his crazy life…

A life he lived within his head…

The head that burned beneath the Sun…

A Sun shining darker than before…

Before he broke the rule that said…

Said “do not go where demons tread”

Tread carefully and please beware…

Beware that this isn’t meant to be…

Be mindful of her playful heart…

A heart not pure but sometimes kind…

The kind of girl who’ll destroy this time…

But time and distance will bring peace…

Peace in his soul that should release…

Release the demons who still taunt…

Taunt him since he broke the rule…

The rule now written in her blood…

Blood that covers both his hands…

Hands that he could not control…

Control his actions and lost a soul…

Soul that will now burn in Hell…

Hell… where rules do not exist…

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“And they take your souls away”…

hypnotized-heads

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They follow him…

Like he’s a God…

Yet he treats them all…

Like his pet dogs…

Abusing his power…

And his position…

Spreading his lies…

Preaching with poison…

He preys on the weak…

The lost and the damned…

To those who are drowning…

He offers out his hand…

As they bow down…

Fall to their knees…

And do anything…

So eager to please…

The one they follow…

And they all adore…

He gives them shelter…

If they abide by his laws…

But they fail to see…

The darkness within…

He’s mentally instable…

Where did this begin…

How did this happen…

What do they see…

In a confused world…

Run by his insanity…

Where he kills for fun…

Offering up sacrifice…

Any of his flock…

Who have no price…

They have no value…

In his warped eyes…

Just his play things…

Under the disguise…

Of being his disciples…

The special chosen ones…

Who stand before him…

With no urge to run…

Because they follow him…

And amidst all their strife…

It’s their humble privilege…

To give him their life…

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“At nights I’ve heard him screaming, through the candle flame”…

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There’s no one he can trust…
With his darkest desires…

His deepest black secrets…
And most intimate fires…

Nobody in his circle…
Not his friends or family…

Or acquaintances he’s met…
They’ll never be allowed to see…

The secret that he’s hiding…
The one he’s locked away…

A shameful side of his life…
He can’t bring himself to say…

Or tell the ones who know him…
Who love him for what he is…

Trouble would only follow…
If they knew this monster exists…

So he keeps it in the shadow…
Carries it wherever he goes…

Covers up his wicked sins…
Knows no one must ever know…

That his life is tainted…
By the death of innocent souls…

As a compelling thirst for blood…
Is needed to make his life whole…

A craving that’s stranger than fiction…
An obsession that’s out of control…

He finds it all much too easy…
He breathes in each departing soul…

A serial killer, this repeat offender…
Knows how to keep out of sight…

Perfected the art of misdirection…
Constantly staying out of the light…

Who could he ever confess to…
And who would ever believe…

That this elegant man is a killer…
Who spends his life trying to deceive…

And charm all who meet him…
Into believing he’s a trustful man…

But nothing’s further from the truth…
He’d strangle them with bare hands…

The only person he tried to tell…
Simply laughed into his face…

Told him not to be so stupid…
Before disappearing without a trace…

There’s no one he’d ever trust…
So he tends to simply mislead…

Commit his crimes in secret…
And smile as they scream and bleed…

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“Share the same space for a minute or two”…

man

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He’s got a mental disorder…
Affecting his brain…

It’s why he keeps on running…
Back to her again…

At every opportunity…
And any chance he gets…

He finds his way to her…
And tries hard to forget…

The pressures and strains…
That surround his tired eyes…

His stressful environment…
Which forces him to cry…

And pine for her excitement…
The adventure she brings…

Because wandering around her…
Makes his heart sing…

Giving him chance to reflect…
To make sense of it all…

And where all his mistakes…
Vanish in her seductive call…

Those open, sore wounds…
The deep and painful scars…

Overfilled with fear and hate…
Like some flooded reservoir…

Leaving him quietly praying…
For something to hold…

To keep him afloat…
Whilst out of all control…

As when he’s feeling so lost…
In his distorted reality…

She gives him distraction…
And moments of pure clarity…

Much needed perspective…
Arrives when she is so close…

And next to her beauty…
He’s like an imperfect rose…

Out of his natural habitat…
And growing out of place…

But when he sees her light up…
A smile crosses his face…

Because this mental disorder…
May affect his brain…

But nothing can ever hurt him…
When he’s in her arms again…

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