Mermaids…

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Holding on to that moment…
Where everything was so calm…

Floating on the ocean breeze…
Far away from any harm…

Chasing double rainbows…
And searching for Mermaids…

Hoping they drag him under…
Seducing him under the waves…

Where demons cannot find him…
And his tormentors have no power…

Where dark spells are impotent…
Even in the midnight hour…

And his soul can be healed…
Given some time and space…

To be able to forgive himself…
Instead of languishing in disgrace…

At all the thoughts and deeds…
That weigh heavy on his mind…

From the insanity of distraction…
To words spoken, so very unkind…

Removing all the dark images…
That constantly flood his head…

And just for one single moment…
Be able to forgive and to forget…

But Mermaids cannot save him…
The Mermaids don’t fucking exist…

They don’t appear in reality…
Unlike the painful scar on his wrist…

As the power of his demons…
Are too much to overcome…

When even in that calm moment…
He fears that the Devil has won…

As it’s too late to find redemption…
And too late to turn back now…

Because even if he wanted to…
He simply wouldn’t know how…

But sealed inside that moment…
It’s so peaceful and so calm…

Where reality is so far away…
And he’s protected from any harm…

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“You don’t fuck with Harry’s money, you don’t fuck Harry’s girls”…

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You don’t know Harry…

Anything like I do…

Or what he’s capable of…

When hidden out of view…

The things he does…

His actions and deeds…

Things that he thinks…

The fear that feeds…

And drive him on…

With a need for control…

Which keeps him sane…

Motivating his soul…

For sinful distraction…

Of each and every kind…

He has no boundaries…

And no ties that bind…

He’s free to do anything…

Anytime that he wants…

Devoid of any conscience…

Or a little voice that haunts…

He is the ruler of his universe…

The commander of his ship…

If you dare to cross Harry…

He’ll swiftly lash the whip…

And leave you badly wounded…

But thankful you’re not dead…

As Harry could easily kill you…

Or have “THEM” crush your head…

Without batting an eyelid…

And without a moment’s thought…

It’s the way that Harry rolls…

It’s the way that he was taught…

So be under no illusion…

Be smart and work it out…

Harry is a fucking monster…

Of that there is no doubt…

Because you don’t know Harry…

Anything like I do…

Or what he’s capable of…

When Harry’s in the mood…

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“I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife”…

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The hand written confession,
she left by the bed…

Was filled with dark secrets,
from deep within her head…

Revealing her anguish and
stained by her tears…

It was an accumulation,
built up through the years…

She’s now left it behind,
for those close to read…

As her battle scarred soul,
was released and finally freed…

And this detailed explanation,
confessed all her sins…

All the mistakes she made,
whilst encouraged to sing…

By the Devil in her heart,
such a forbidden lover…

Who took full control and
distracted like no other…

She was attracted to him,
like a moth to a flame…

She couldn’t resist him and
she carried that shame…

Along with many secrets,
that she hid from her world…

As she risked everything,
whilst the whirlwind whirled…

And swept her up into,
a deceitful double life…

Rendezvousing with strangers and
sexual encounters in the night…

But the thrill of the moment,
bore the heavy price of guilt…

And the cold morning light,
would waken her demons inbuilt…

Who haunted her days,
till she could take no more…

And when she finished the letter,
she finally ended that war…

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“You think all your cardinal sins will stay underground”…

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There is no way out…

No matter how loud he shouts…

His hands are bound by fate…

In a spider’s web of fear and hate…

Darkness surrounds…

Buried so deep underground…

No light enters at all…

Nobody around to hear his desperate call…

Dragged deep beneath…

Chained up underneath…

Where nobody dares to go…

The place we pretend not to know…

In case “THEY” hear…

The ones that we all fear…

He’s inside the Black pit…

He cannot move, he cannot sit…

Only watch, as the Devil’s hate spits...

He’s paralysed, has no feelings…

Alone with visions, constantly revealing…

Whilst his limbs will just not move…

What more are “THEY” trying to prove…

How much more can he take…

As he fights to stay awake…

Perhaps he should just give in…

Confess to all his sin…

Let the Devil win…

And take his prize…

Remove the final disguise…

And finally be freed from this life…

The hurt and all the strife…

Because there is no way out…

No point in screaming, no one hears his shouts…

He can’t fight his fate…

There is nothing left but hate…

It’s becoming much too late…

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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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“I believe in God, I believe in Mermaids too”…

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Holding on to that moment…
Where everything was so calm…

Floating on the ocean breeze…
Far away from any harm…

Chasing double rainbows…
And searching for Mermaids…

Hoping they drag him under…
Seducing him under the waves…

Where demons cannot find him…
And his tormentors have no power…

Where dark spells are impotent…
Even in the midnight hour…

And his soul can be healed…
Given some time and space…

To be able to forgive himself…
Instead of languishing in disgrace…

At all the thoughts and deeds…
That weigh heavy on his mind…

From the insanity of distraction…
To words spoken, so very unkind…

Removing all the dark images…
That constantly flood his head…

And just for one single moment…
Be able to forgive and to forget…

But Mermaids cannot save him…
The Mermaids don’t fucking exist…

They don’t appear in reality…
Unlike the painful scar on his wrist…

As the power of his demons…
Are too much to overcome…

When even in that calm moment…
He fears that the Devil has won…

As it’s too late to find redemption…
And too late to turn back now…

Because even if he wanted to…
He simply wouldn’t know how…

But sealed inside that moment…
It’s so peaceful and so calm…

Where reality is so far away…
And he’s protected from any harm…

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“You soon find, you have few choices”…

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Many are the voices,
talking in his mind…

Vicious and destructive,
angry and unkind…

Always pointing out,
all his many faults…

Where he could do better,
it’s a constant assault…

That drives him to drink,
all this madness away…

Opening a new bottle,
each and every day…

A sip as he awakes,
a shot during work…

And when nobody notices,
he allows himself a smirk…

He knows it’s a problem,
but drowns those thoughts away…

Buring Devil’s deep inside,
to face some other day…

Infecting blood with alcohol,
poisoning his brain…

He can’t remember a time,
he felt sober and quite sane…

And strong enough to fight,
the demons in control…

Who weaken his defences,
whilst feasting on his soul…

Leaving blurred memories,
of what went on before…

Images of his childhood,
so painful and so raw…

But he has the anaesthetic,
that quickly numbs his pain…

And it’s easier than fighting,
through the wind and rain…

So he drowns out the voices,
that stalk his weakened mind…

Living in a drunken haze,
leaving real life behind…

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Art by onlymeagain