“She’ll come slowly rising, on the air”…

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She found the letter…
And read the words…

She fell to the ground…
Her cry scattered the birds…

She laid there in shock…
Just couldn’t take it all in…

She didn’t know what to do…
Didn’t know where to begin…

She was enveloped in sadness…
Became shrouded in black…

She couldn’t ever accept…
He was never coming back…

She became so isolated…
Felt so goddamned trapped…

She was blinded by the pain…
Knew she would never adapt…

She loved him so much…
But felt so empty inside…

She craved his smell…
Needed his hand to guide…

She felt so alone…
Like life had no meaning…

She became a shadow…
Only seen in the evening…

She could not see…
Knew the silence would last…

She couldn’t move on…
Was entombed in the past…

She had believed in forever…
And dreamt of growing old…

She could not cope…
As depression took hold…

She lost the will to live…
And decided to get out…

She swallowed the pills…
Without hesitation or doubt…

Then she found him again…
As he sat waiting for her…

The couple finally reunited…
In Death’s cold, hazy blur…

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“Forget about her magic, all the beautiful things”…

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Dark eyes…
Upon stormy seas…

Under moonlit skies…
Filled with mystery…

As the wind chimes…
Whispering intrigue…

She seductively swims…
Out of his league…

And out of the reach…
Of desperate hands…

Never ever stroking…
Her golden hair strands…

And never ever kissing…
Her Ice cold lips…

The perfect shape…
The Queen Bee bitch…

This Aphrodite…
Of psychological power…

He’s silently besotted…
A fanatical follower…

Who would risk it all…
For just one kiss…

And open his heart…
Rather than miss…

The opportunity…
When it finally comes…

To join together…
And to be as one…

In a fleeting moment…
A passionate embrace…

The sinful pathway…
Leading to his disgrace…

And will leave him reeling…
Heartbroken and torn…

A shipwrecked mess…
With all dignity shorn…

Yet constantly thinking…
Of that one sweet time…

And haunt his mind forever…
Reminding of his crime…

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“Share the same space for a minute or two”…

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He’s got a mental disorder…
Affecting his brain…

It’s why he keeps on running…
Back to her again…

At every opportunity…
And any chance he gets…

He finds his way to her…
And tries hard to forget…

The pressures and strains…
That surround his tired eyes…

His stressful environment…
Which forces him to cry…

And pine for her excitement…
The adventure she brings…

Because wandering around her…
Makes his heart sing…

Giving him chance to reflect…
To make sense of it all…

And where all his mistakes…
Vanish in her seductive call…

Those open, sore wounds…
The deep and painful scars…

Overfilled with fear and hate…
Like some flooded reservoir…

Leaving him quietly praying…
For something to hold…

To keep him afloat…
Whilst out of all control…

As when he’s feeling so lost…
In his distorted reality…

She gives him distraction…
And moments of pure clarity…

Much needed perspective…
Arrives when she is so close…

And next to her beauty…
He’s like an imperfect rose…

Out of his natural habitat…
And growing out of place…

But when he sees her light up…
A smile crosses his face…

Because this mental disorder…
May affect his brain…

But nothing can ever hurt him…
When he’s in her arms again…

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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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“Share the same space for a minute or two”…

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He’s got a mental disorder…
Affecting his mind and brain…
It’s why he keeps on running…
Back to her, again and again…
At every opportunity…
And any chance he gets…
He finds his way to her…
And tries hard to forget…
The pressures and the strains…
That surround his eyes…
His stressful environment…
Which forces him to cry…
And pine for her excitement…
The adventure that she brings…
Because just wandering around her…
Makes his heart and soul sing…
Giving him chance to reflect…
To make sense of it all…
And where all his mistakes…
Vanish in her seductive call…
Those open, sore wounds…
The deep and painful scars…
Overfilled with fear and hate…
Like some flooded reservoir…
Leaving him quietly praying…
For something to hold…
To keep him afloat…
Whilst out of all control…
And when he’s feeling so lost…
In his distorted reality…
She gives him distraction…
And moments of pure clarity…
Much needed perspective…
Arrives when she is so close…
And next to her beauty…
He’s like an imperfect rose…
Out of his natural habitat…
And growing out of place…
But when he sees her light up…
A smile crosses his face…
Because this mental disorder…
May affect his brain…
But nothing can ever hurt him…
When he’s in her arms again…

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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
puts on his show…

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 much too fucking late…

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“The only thing I have to say, it’s been a good year for the roses”…

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Twenty Thirteen limps to an end…

Was it an enemy, didn’t feel like a friend…

Each new beginning we’ll still do the same…

New Year’s resolutions our delusional game…

That we know we’ll seldom keep…

Yet we will never stop to weep…

Forgetting them all in the passing of time…

Only focusing on our daily crimes…

Ultimately making different plans…

Recognising life is out of our hands…

That it’s all part of fate’s twisted story…

Each setback and each victory…

Every year we make the same foolish mistake…

New Year’s resolutions are not ours to make

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