“Sweet dreams are made of these”…

him

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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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“But how I weep for those who’ve gone”…

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Listen to their voices…

Feel their twisted screams…

A million painful stories…

Wrapped up in horrific dreams…

Carved out by distant dead…

These tales of travellers past…

Etched into our Earths rock…

With images that last…

Of a world that blackened…

As the sun sank into the sea…

Leaving just a darkness…

Within the forests and the trees…

Allowing all the demons…

To reach out and stake a claim…

Infecting like some virus…

The weak and the lame…

Preying on the fearful…

That were ripe for pillaging…

Taking an iron clad grip…

Projecting evil imagery…

Into hearts and minds…

Tearing into every soul…

Removing any innocence…

And assuming full control…

In-between the void…

Where fear and love collide…

Opening up the door…

Where the Devil himself resides…

With the dwarf and the giant…

Who are one and the same…

And the church of no religion…

Is a sanctuary for the insane…

But leaving no escape…

For the beaten and the damned…

Who told their haunting stories…

On stones across our land…

Those who saw it happen…

And left hand written warnings…

That evil still walks amongst us…

In the half light of each morning…

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“Did you know, could you tell, you were the only one”…

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The friends with benefits,
found out the hard way…

Now sat in a room,
with nothing to say…

Because what was once,
pure sexual distraction…

Had now become,
such a fatal attraction…

And those best laid plans,
which took some attention…

Predictably failed,
despite the best of intentions…

As where there’s sex,
there is always emotion…

And inevitably one party,
descends into that ocean…

Feeling taken for granted,
left feeling such a fool…

Whilst diving headlong,
into love’s deep pool…

And convincing themselves,
that it could be more…

It’s the real thing and
they should be adored…

As it seemed a good thing,
but was doomed not to work…

And as the battle ensues,
both parties get hurt…

Seeing shattered hearts,
fall slowly to the ground…

Whilst a deafening silence,
echoes all around…

As they look at each other,
from across the room…

Not making eye contact,
both filled with a gloom…

With all those benefits,
simply fading away…

These two friends are left,
with nothing to say…

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“I’m going crazy, a little everyday”…

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Feel these words,
this is fucking insane…

So much to lose,
but too little to gain…

Only stolen moments,
that boost for a while…

And drunken hazes,
making you smile…

But are simply masking,
the darkness within…

And never uncovering,
just what is missing…

Something deep down,
that keeps you walking…

On the dangerous side,
hearing only Devils talking…

Watching demons play,
hidden out of the light…

In their never ending quest,
in their never ending fight…

To find some freedom and
feel at peace…

It’s what you once had,
but the beast now feasts…

He’s turning your head,
busy sowing the seeds…

And self-destruction,
is where this will lead…

Where a fleeting moment,
is all it will take…

For this to unravel and
reveal the mistakes…

And at that point,
all hope will be lost…

As all you have built,
will bear the full cost…

So feel these words,
this is no longer a game…

There’s so much to lose and
there will be so much pain…

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Amazing art by Kimmy Rattelman

“Sweet dreams are made of these”…

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Erase his memory…
Wipe it clean…
Remove the faces…
He has seen…
The ones he’s hurt…
And uttered the lies…
That stain his soul…
And make him despise…

Every bad thought…
And every wrong deed…
That was sown…
By the Devil’s seed…
And infected his head…
With Sinner’s thoughts…
Diverting him away…
From all that was taught…

About right and wrong…
The good and the bad…
Now he looks back…
And feels so sad…
As the fun distraction…
That made him smile…
Will be held against him…
At his 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…
They now haunt his memory…
Make him silently scream…
As he plays it all back…
When she whispers “Sweet dreams”

~

 

“My head is full of voices and my house is full of lies”…

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The letter that never got written…
The words stuck in her head…
Things she wanted to tell him…
Too late now he is dead…
The thoughts she never told him…
The way he made her feel…
Scars she carries so deeply…
She knows they’ll never heal…

Her soul is somehow broken…
Her head is all fucked up…
He wasn’t totally responsible…
But the part he played built up…
She feared his silent glare…
And opening up old wounds…
His ears were deaf to her issues…
His blind eyes left her confused…

And walking this Earth alone…
Making her own mistakes…
But as soon as she made one…
His anger felt like hate…
She never had a conversation…
Just danced round the room…
Like a baby elephant…
Keeping her feelings cocooned…

She followed him like a sheep…
So very meek and mild…
Yet in fear of her shepherd…
Who could turn so very wild…
He never understood her…
What rang all her bells…
He never scratched the surface…
And that’s why she rebelled…

She tried to find the good in him…
Carry it wherever she goes…
And forget all of his bad points…
But it’s not helping her grow…
Or directing at the crossroads…
Is it left or is it right…
Her heart forever conflicted…
It’s a constant inner fight…

Too late for recriminations…
Too late to reveal this now…
She’ll never get any answers…
But has to get through somehow…
This is her letter she’ll never write…
The words remain in her head…
Things she should have said to him…
Too late now he is dead…
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