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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“I married my wife of the day of the eclipse”…

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Twenty years…
Of the love delusion…

Twenty years…
Of cupid’s illusion…

Twenty years…
Of fractured vows…

Twenty years…
Only God knows how…

Twenty years…
Of ups and downs…

Twenty years…
Of smiles, of frowns…

Twenty years…
Said it wouldn’t last…

Twenty years…
Hid behind a mask…

Twenty years…
Navigating rough seas…

Twenty years…
Battling the monotony…

Twenty years…
Forgiving, not forgetting…

Twenty years…
Of silently regretting…

Twenty years…
Trying to communicate…

Twenty years…
Watching scars accumulate…

Twenty years…
Of secrets and lies…

Twenty years…
Eye Will Not Cry…

Twenty years…
Of lies and deceit…

Twenty years…
Can you feel my heartbeat…

Twenty years…
What’ve we done to each other…

Twenty years…
Will we ever recover…

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“Sweet dreams are made of these”…

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Erase his memory…
And wipe it clean…

Remove the faces…
That he has seen…

The ones he’s hurt…
And uttered his lies…

That stain his soul…
Making him despise…

Every bad thought…
Every wrong deed…

That was sown…
By the Devil’s seed…

And infected his head…
With Sinner’s thoughts…

Diverting him away…
From all he was taught…

About right and wrong…
The good and the bad…

Now he looks back…
And he feels so sad…

As the fun distraction…
That made him smile…

Will be held against him…
At the final trial…

Of his dirty soul…
As he meets his maker…

And stands in judgement…
Accused of being a faker…

Before being condemned…
To an afterlife in Hell…

Chained to his Master…
For being an infidel…

Because for every action…
He knew the high price…

Yet was still addicted…
To thrills in the night…

Now haunting his memory…
Making him silently scream…

As it comes flooding back…
When she whispers

“Sweet dreams”

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“And the eyes in his head, see the world spinning round”…

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You think I don’t know…

Think my eyes can’t see…

But this EYE sees it all…

When you play hide and seek…

I know when you’re looking…

My eyes are not blind…

This EYE can see you…

You’re so easy to find…

You must think I am stupid…

And take me for a fool…

I listen as you protest…

But just keep my cool…

Finding it hard to trust you…

Whilst you easily deceive…

Making it harder and harder…

To keep going or believe…

So I read between the lines…

Watch the signs as you lie…

Reading the hidden secrets…

Your body language supplies…

The things you won’t admit…

The words your lips don’t say…

It wasn’t always like this…

I remember those simple days…

When things felt less complicated…

Within a complex web of deceit…

And walls had not been constructed…

Out of cement and solid concreate…

But life is seldom straightforward…

It loves to fuck, twist and turn…

And now you sit there watching…

As my candle melts and burns…

Thinking I don’t notice you…

And that you are never seen…

Believing you are invisible…

But things are not as they seem…

So don’t think I don’t know…

Don’t think my eyes can’t see…

Because this EYE sees it all…

When you play hide and seek…

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“There is a girl I used to know”…

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She was the exception…
She broke all your rules…

That tiny fallen angel…
With a tendency to bruise…

Who had unrivalled beauty…
With the brains to match…

You should have stayed away…
Should have only watched…

Keeping a safe distance…
Instead you grew too close…

And in the lingering shadows…
You were hit by Lust’s arrows…

As her smile lit up the darkness…
And her eyes just hypnotised…

You fell hook, line and sinker…
Bought into Lust’s sweet lies…

She cast a spell upon you…
Made you think it was all true…

And you fell so fucking deeply…
Into an ocean of neon blue…

That felt so warm and safe…
Where mermaids swam silently…

Your heart was bound and captured…
Your eyes too blind to see…

Becoming locked in limbo…
In between the dark and light…

A place you couldn’t escape from…
And it haunted you at night…

Where it all seemed so perfect…
And the beast was not a fool…

Where there was no need…
To act so fucking cool…

Like a poor man’s James Dean…
A rebel without a cause…

You ignored the true reality…
Overlooked all of your flaws…

And it always ends the same…
But even though it’s far behind…

Those moments that you shared…
Still weigh heavy on your mind…

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“If a child, a child cries would you not forgive them”…

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Tuesday’s child…
Was mild and meek…

Had a sweet voice…
But dare not speak…

In fear of being…
Pushed away…

Or being punished…
Fading to grey…

Trying to avoid…
That cruel back hand…

Which demanded obedience…
And burned like a brand…

To be seen not heard…
Were words to live by…

Survival of the fittest…
“Eye Will Not Cry”

Dodging verbal bullets…
Living with the abuse…

Never getting it right…
Covering each bruise…

Counting down the hours…
Waiting for the day…

That escape to freedom…
Would finally pave the way…

To a new existence…
One without any fear…

One without the pain…
One without the sneers…

That kept on coming…
No matter right or wrong…

As each furious beating…
Dispelled the need to belong…

Until the day it happened…
The abuse became too much…

A desire for self-preservation…
Led to a retaliatory punch…

The abuser losing footing…
Falling down the stairs…

And the key to freedom…
Was contained in a lifeless stare…

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“And now she’s in me, always with me”…

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He’s no longer sure…
If he liked you that much…

He no longer craves…
The warmth of your touch…

The spark has died…
And there is little else left…

What once existed…
Has been laid to rest…

Leaving you a stranger…
No longer part of his dreams…

Like a bit part actress…
That’s seldom on screen…

And stood on the outside…
You’re now looking in…

Wondering how this happened…
Much to your chagrin…

As there was a time…
When he worshiped you…

He believed your lies…
Prayed they were true…

And connected so deep…
You shook his very soul…

Sending his moral compass…
Spinning out of control…

He became your puppet…
The mistress’s servant…

He’d do anything for you…
Even if you didn’t deserve it…

But you turned on him…
Like a vampire craving blood…

You drained his emotions…
Whilst feasting on the flood…

Leaving him searching…
For the sanctuary of shadows…

A hole in the darkness…
Where only he knows…

A place he could think…
Allow his mind to clearly see…

And it granted him freedom…
From your constant misery…

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