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

 

“Take me, back from the darkness where they sent me”…

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In a dream within a dream…

Where nothing’s as it seems…

The angels watch and scream…

Then turn their back…

On what plays out before them…

The drama that unfolds…

In a way that blinds their eyes…

And leaves scorch marks on their souls…

A dream where no one can know…

Where cruel realities collide…

Where danger and demons hide…

And only the toughest survive…

An all out attack…

From out of the Black…

And from within the abyss…

Where a blink would miss…

And the winged queen may dismiss…

A plea from the heart…

That was doomed from the very start…

And begin where she ends…

Where lightning strikes and bends…

The strands of time…

And one by one, in a line…

The crawling sinner’s fucked up crime…

Is judged and condemned…

By a system that controls…

Owns all of the souls…

That weep and fly around…

Screaming, yet not making a sound…

Deep underneath the ground…

In this version of Hell…

Where voiceless demons tell…

And hopeless victims sell…

Themselves…

And all that they own…

In the hope that forgiveness is shown…

Within this dream that’s grown…

Into the next…

Leaving your head so vexed…

It’s all so fucking complex…

And so complicated…

The Devil should have waited…

Instead he fucking created…

The lost…

Left counting the cost…

In a winter field of frost…

With wires severely crossed…

In this dream within a dream…

Where nothing was what it seemed…

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Image – Gustav Dore: Lucifer Falling (Paradise Lost)

“Je me lance vers la gloire”…

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Her naked drugged up body…
Lies tied up on the bed…
Her eyes closed to the danger…
Not knowing what is ahead…

He’s in the room there with her…
His eyes are dead and cold…
This moment’s been prepared for…
He knows how it will unfold…

In the middle of a warehouse…
A place that’s no longer in use…
No one will interrupt him…
As he begins to violate and abuse…

He likes the taste of power…
She’s in no position to resist…
He takes advantage of her body…
Every inch of her gets kissed…

But this isn’t purely sexual…
This is so much more than that…
The surgical tools around him…
Are more akin to mortal combat…

He wants to hear her suffer…
So waits till she’s awake…
And as fear floods her tired eyes…
Incisions he starts to make…

Cutting out her vital organs…
As she screams and pleads in pain…
One by one he carefully removes them…
And her heart he will retain…

The mind-set of a maniac…
Is simply out of all control…
By taking pieces from others…
He’s convinced it makes him whole…

Healing himself as he cuts…
Glory flowing through his veins…
As her torn and ripped up body…
Lies covered in lifeless bloodstains…

His need is never ending…
No one else would understand…
To him it all makes perfect sense…
His next victim is already planned…

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“Have some sympathy and some taste…”

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This remote control is useless,
it won’t switch off the pain…

Eyes stare into blackness,
searching through the rain…

Forever in a deep dark sleep,
the haunting visions spread…

Eternal sadness yours to keep,
you chose the path ahead…

A deal with the Devil and
you thought you were wise…
A deal with the Devil and
now you’re trapped in his lies…

The Anti-Christ is dancing,
feasting on your soul…

The deal you struck was binding,
he’s now in full control…

He feels you’re pent up anger and
he knows you want revenge…

Searching for an answer and
mistakes you can’t avenge…

A deal with the Devil and
you knew what that implied…
A deal with the Devil and
your soul’s his Golden prize…

Fear engulfs and isolates,
rips your broken heart…

Eternal damnation now awaits,
As fallen angels tear you apart…

As the wolves have started howling,
they won’t give you a head start…

Your reality is now unravelling,
your life is falling apart…

A deal with the Devil and
now you act with surprise…
A deal with the Devil,
you shouldn’t have looked in his eyes…

Now you regret your choices,
but they felt right at the time…

Try to forget those voices,
That remind you of your crime…

Bolt the door inside your mind,
keep it forever closed…

Afraid to let the others find,
your nightmares totally exposed…

A deal with the Devil,
the serpent with snake eyes…
Can’t break a deal with the Devil,
so kneel before the lord of the flies…

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Amazing art by Norman Perryman – http://normanperryman.blogspot.co.uk/2012_01_01_archive.html