“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…

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“I dug some graves, you’ll never find”…

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The years passed by…
But the memories are fresh…

Of seeing her body…
Wrapped in that dress…

A dancing vision…
With haunting eyes…

His view was drawn…
To her hold up thighs…

And in that moment…
His mind was blown…

The plan was set…
The seeds were sown…

She danced for pleasure…
And danced for fun…

But his cold black heart…
Knew she was the one…

She’d be his first…
But not the last…

As in that moment…
The die was cast…

An overwhelming desire…
To assume full control…

He knew he would steal…
Her pure white soul…

He followed her home…
And forced her inside…

Held her hostage…
As she cried, all tied…

He kissed her cheek…
And made her beg…

He had his way…
On her freshly made bed…

When he took her life…
Stole her final breath…

It was so very powerful…
He will never forget…

A feeling he chases…
Each and every day…

Now serial killer…
Seeking out his next prey…

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“Our heartbeats becoming slow”…

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The big city boy and
the small town girl…

Lust filled the senses,
as the whirlwind whirled…

Under star filled skies,
it was laced with mystery…

Playing in the darkness,
fulfilling fantasies…

Revealing to each other,
dark forbidden secrets…

Trying not to contemplate,
any morning after regrets…

That would surely follow,
in the cold light of day…

But until that moment,
in each other’s arms they lay…

Making a commitment,
to end it all together…

A simple suicide pact,
that would last forever…

And when the time came,
they would find a place…

To lay with each other and
hold each other’s gaze…

Leave behind the madness,
begin a new journey…

Which would be eternal,
one that would see…

Them together forever,
floating amongst the stars…

As light as a feather,
no baggage and no scars…

Just two souls colliding,
a pair of hearts in love…

Refusing to be chained,
finding freedom high above…

But until that sweet moment,
no one can ever know…

As this love is forbidden,
it belongs in the shadows…

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“And we’ll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow”…

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Walking through the rain…
In the city of the dead…

A thousand years of history…
A million tears shed…

Dreams that have crumbled…
Trampled under the feet…

Of a weary population…
Who no longer see it…

Passing by the tombstones…
And the inscribed names…

Never stopping to wonder…
Focused only on their shame…

The burden they each carry…
Inside their sinful hearts…

Struggling through the day…
As monotony once again starts…

Like automated robots…
With a program to follow…

Missing the point of life…
Hearts wooden and hollow…

In a world that’s become…
About the here and now…

Obsessed with consumerism…
And the latest cash cow…

It wasn’t always like this…
It used to mean much more…

A world filled with pride…
That only exists in folklore…

Now stories are passed down…
Laced with mild frustration…

Falling on the deaf ears…
Of this current generation…

About what was once a kingdom…
That’s forever buried and lost…

Whilst the beaten and damned…
Quietly sit and count the cost…

Under a dark rain cloud…
In the city of the dead…

Where no one hears the screaming…
Or a single word that’s said…

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“I am flying, I am glowing – LOOK AT ME NOW!”…

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The dark, dark preacher
With raven black hair

Eyes full of mystery
Projects an icy stare

At those laid out before him…
The gathered congregation

A church of all religions
Stood in hushed anticipation…

Awaiting him to deliver
Words from his soul

The poetry from the deep…
Within a world he controls

Creating all the characters
And guiding their destiny

Before taking their life…
As they beg and they plea…

For mercy from this madman…
The man who never lived

A reformed fucking junkie…
Who the Gods may not forgive

Yet still he stands there
With tales of death and gloom

Captivating his audience…
Inspiring them with doom

As sonnets of depressive misery
And stories of destruction

Enter the gatherings mind…
Sucking them into a storm

That rages upon high
Above the Netherworld masters…

Making their eyes cry
And leaving them breathless…

Transformed and transfixed
Being touched by his spirit

Elevating their souls
Leaving them utterly bewitched…

By the madman preacher
And his dark. dark sermons

The man who slayed the dragon…
But never defeated his demons…

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“In the end I’m not interested in that which I fully understand…
The words I have written over the years are just a veneer…
There are truths that lie beneath the surface of the words…
Truths that rise up without warning like the humps of a sea monster and then disappear…
What performance and song is to me is finding a way to tempt the monster to the surface…
To create a space where the creature can break through what is real and what is known to us…
This shimmering space where imagination and reality intersect…
This is where all love and tears and joy exist…
This is the place…
This is where we live”…

Nick Cave – 20,000 Days on Earth…

 

“And the mercy seat is waiting”…

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He will tell you stories…
Of how he was fooled…
How she seduced him…
With eyes made of jewels…
Spinning words of poetry…
Speaking in tongues…
Seductive and emotional…
Breathing lust into his lungs…

He will tell you stories…
Of her wit and her charm…
That caught him off-guard…
And disabled his alarm…
Bringing down his walls…
Allowing the beast in…
Infecting his dreams…
With darkness and sin…

He will tell you stories…
Of how deeply he fell…
For a make believe world…
That became a living Hell…
Craving her company…
Obsessed with her life…
Painting vivid pictures…
In his mind at night…

He will tell you stories…
Of dark hotel rooms…
An alternate double life…
That lifted his gloom…
Breaking the monotony…
Of each draining day…
And stolen moments…
Held under her sway…

And he’ll tell you stories…
Of how she changed…
Of how it all ended…
Becoming estranged…
Which left him so empty…
A black hole in his life…
And how he responded…
With anger and a knife…

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“Don’t let it in, with no intention to keep it”…

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She twisted and turned…
Balanced on the right…

But fell into darkness…
Under cover of the night…

Sucked into distraction…
That shattered all illusions…

Believing all the lies…
That verged upon delusions…

They felt so very real…
Attraction was so strong…

Yet hindsight is true vision…
It was so very wrong…

She followed like a rat…
Whilst the pied piper played…

With her eyes half open…
She missed the traps laid…

By Satan and his demons…
Who took full control…

The master of all puppets…
Directing his sinful show…

Leading her into temptation…
Without thought, without fear…

Down the path of no return…
In such a toxic atmosphere…

That filled up all her senses…
Made her eyes go blind…

A momentary lack of reason…
Common sense left far behind…

As it came from the shadows…
It crawled out of the hole…

Seeped into her veins…
Tarnished her very soul…

Leaving her in this place…
Of darkness and of dread…

An everlasting captivity…
No escape within her head…

Payment for her sins…
Punished by those on high…

She didn’t stop to listen…
It’s too late to stand and cry…

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