“You break me down to pieces, watch me come undone”…

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Why did you do it…
Why did you come back…

Subjecting my world…
To a sustained attack…

Casting your spells…
And poisoning my mind…

Is this just a game to you…
Why act so unkind…

You know that I’m weak…
You know my Achilles heel…

Yet you exploit my feelings…
Put me though this ordeal…

Does it make you smile…
To inflict all this pain…

Has it become your mission…
To drive me insane…

And make me pay…
For all my mistakes…

Is this what you want…
Is this what it takes…

Getting your thrills…
By watching me suffer…

Was I really that bad…
Hurt you like no other…

Leaving those scars…
So deep and so wide…

Hurting so badly…
Omnipresent, deep inside…

That have left you damaged…
With a thirst for revenge…

And you know how to get it…
You know I’ll descend…

Because I’m an addict…
And you are my drug…

Which makes it so easy…
For you to smile so smug…

And taste your victory…
Over and over again…

Getting off on my torment…
Getting high on my pain…

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“Everyone I know, goes away in the end”…

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Switching it all off…
Trying to zone out…

My head’s full of trouble…
My mind’s full of doubt…

In need of something…
To remove this pain…

Release the burden…
And ease the strain…

As I’m falling deeper…
And sinking so fast…

You promised to help…
But your promises don’t last…

You walked away…
Not feeling a thing…

On the cliff edge…
You left me hanging…

Ignoring my words…
And numb to it all…

Your callous heart…
Doesn’t care if I fall…

As your ears don’t listen…
Your eyes don’t see…

You were never focused…
On my desperate plea…

We were friends forever…
Until it got rough…

A fair-weather friend…
Once it got tough…

You followed the path…
Of least resistance…

Only caring about…
Your own fucking existence…

Leaving me drowning…
In this pool of self-pity…

Cold and all alone…
In such a heartless city…

Searching for something…
To take my pain away…

And wondering if these pills…
Will be the easy pathway…

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“Like the circles that you find, in the windmills of your mind”…

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She took the pills…
To help her sleep…

Changing her dreams…
From nightmares to sweet…

To silence the voices…
Inside her head…

Constantly reminding…
She’s better off dead…

And to halt the visions…
Behind her eyes…

The monsters and devils…
And demons who fly…

Twisting and tormenting…
Around her fragile mind…

Always so bitter…
And so very unkind…

Until she got to the point…
There was no return…

Just too much pain…
Too many bridges burnt…

That left her standing…
In this world, all alone…

Nobody to help her…
No Samaritan to phone…

There was no white knight…
To halt her distress…

Living in solitude…
A life of inner stress…

That left her fighting…
To get through each day…

Then facing her tormentors…
As they came out to play…

But then she decided…
Enough was enough…

She could no longer face it…
Decided to give up…

So she took the pills…
To silence the screams…

And in her eternal sleep…
There will be no more dreams…

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“Some of us we hide away, some of us, we don’t”…

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The dark storm rages

In the blackness outside…

As the battle for control

Continues on the inside

Two war torn factions

Fighting in his brain…

Perpetually ongoing…

Driving him insane

The good and the bad…

The Angels and Demons…

That rip him in two

But no one can see them

Invisible to the eye

At a glance you can’t see…

He keeps it all covered

Tries to keep it unseen

Projecting another version…

So weakness can not scream...

Yet he’s broken inside

Falling apart at the seams

In need of some help

In need of urgent therapy…

Desparate for distraction…

Trying to find “happy”

He doesn’t know who to ask…

Or know what to do…

Hampered by his foolish pride…

And his distorted view

On everything around him

Of everything he sees…

All that he holds dear…

And all that he believes

Feeling so very weak

And so very insecure

Depression spreads like cancer…

He can’t find the cure

Leaving him clinging

On to life by a thread

Aware of the easy option

Pills. Alcohol. Dead...

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“And they keep calling out, calling out someone’s name”…

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Like Siren’s on the rocks…

Calling ships to shore

Their voices fill the air

Tempting him once more…

Knowing all his secrets

All his dark fantasies

Exploiting his weakness…

Distorting what he sees…

The world around him

And all that he knows

Begin to melt away…

As the North wind blows…

Bringing their words to his ear

And infecting his soul…

A Voodoo type of magic

That simply takes control

Of his thoughts and actions

Which take a life of their own

And the darkness inside him…

Is once again shown

Yet there is nothing he can do…

He’s spellbound by their voices

Those serpents in the grass

Who remove all of his choices…

Telling him what to do

Commanding that he listens…

Like a puppet on a string

Who never learns his lessons

Sleepwalking back towards them…

The moment they appear

Numbing all his senses

Forgetting all his fears

But those Siren’s on the rocks…

Speak in tongues of strangers

And he needs to wake up

Then understand the dangers…

Yet they beckon him over

Knowing he will always fall…

And that he’ll forever be

At their sinful beck and call

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“She’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene”…

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She tries to find beauty,
in almost everything…

As she immerses herself,
in her life’s darkest sins…

The guilty feelings and
tears she’s cried…

In-between the Red and Black,
is where she now resides…

Ignoring all the voices,
who dictate right from wrong…

Dancing through life her way and
writing lyrics to her own song…

Enjoying moments she’s stolen,
on life’s wild, wild side…

Trying to focus outwards,
not on the inside…

Learning to draw strength,
where others only feel fear…

Welcoming her demons and
now keeping them near…

Dancing with the Devil,
whilst playing with his fire…

Elevating her tattered soul,
higher, higher and higher…

Gambling all she has left,
on following a dream…

That is forever recurring,
but it’s not what it seems…

As she’s driven on,
in the midst of hidden pain…

And if she let it defeat her,
she would simply go insane…

Because she’s broken inside,
like a jigsaw missing pieces…

The result of his lies and
the sum of his beatings…

So she looks for distraction,
in absolutely everything…

It’s the only way she can ever,
forget his bitter sting…

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“I’m in the fire, but I’m still cold”…

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In a blood Red room

The little man danced…

All was now ready…

Nothing was left to chance…

As the giant warned…

It was happening again…

And the White haired man…

Was becoming insane…

As he looked into a mirror…

That reflected back the beast…

A demon’s eyes staring…

With it’s powers increased…

Such a force of pure evil…

Walking with the fire…

It infected this weak soul…

Driving a murderous desire…

That was forged in the forest…

Whilst flying with the Owls…

Stood wild and naked…

As the lone wolf howled…

Now possessed by this spirit…

He dances with the girl…

His next helpless victim…

He’ll soon remove her soul…

And dispose of the body…

In such a calculated way…

So nobody would suspect him…

Or the Devil they must slay…

But careless clues are given…

In dreams that keep on coming…

Each one revealing something…

And a song the beast is humming…

Will soon be his undoing…

And it’s true identity revealed…

Whilst letters under fingernails…

Will finally begin to yield…

The answers they are looking for…

In the dramatic final act…

When the demon is exorcized…

And this case is finally cracked…

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