“Your circuits dead, there’s something wrong”…

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He lives his life…
Like Walter Mitty…

Each dark night…
A different city…

Finding courage…
Round every corner…

To be extraordinary…
Not a life mourner…

Each new adventure…
Carefullly designed…

With colours so vivid…
They fucking blind…

And a beautiful girl…
Upon his arm…

Keeping her safe…
Away from harm…

Then leaving her…
As he moves on…

To another heartbeat…
And a different song…

But it’s not real…
It’s all in his head…

On the darker days…
He never leaves his bed…

The depression takes hold…
Grips him deep inside…

And for each black moment…
His Eye Will Not Cry…

Refusing to release…
Sealed up so tight…

As he fights his demons…
Every single night…

But no one sees…
And no one cares…

So he keeps it hidden…
As he could never share…

Because they won’t get it…
Or begin to understand…

How his life changed…
The day he lost her hand…

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“And we’ll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow”…

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Walking through the rain…
In the city of the dead…

A thousand years of history…
A million tears shed…

Dreams that have crumbled…
Trampled under the feet…

Of a weary population…
Who no longer see it…

Passing by the tombstones…
And the inscribed names…

Never stopping to wonder…
Focused only on their shame…

The burden they each carry…
Inside their sinful hearts…

Struggling through the day…
As monotony once again starts…

Like automated robots…
With a program to follow…

Missing the point of life…
Hearts wooden and hollow…

In a world that’s become…
About the here and now…

Obsessed with consumerism…
And the latest cash cow…

It wasn’t always like this…
It used to mean much more…

A world filled with pride…
That only exists in folklore…

Now stories are passed down…
Laced with mild frustration…

Falling on the deaf ears…
Of this current generation…

About what was once a kingdom…
That’s forever buried and lost…

Whilst the beaten and damned…
Quietly sit and count the cost…

Under a dark rain cloud…
In the city of the dead…

Where no one hears the screaming…
Or a single word that’s said…

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“All you touch and all you see, is all your life will ever be”…

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Are you reading him…

Loud, true and clear…

Can you feel him…

All of his fears…

All of his thoughts…

Once hidden away…

Can you hear them…

Now clear as day…

Through holes in time…

Between stars in space…

Projecting it out…

His total disgrace…

He’s opening up…

And letting you in…

It’s what you wanted…

Take it, you win…

Just have it all…

All of his thoughts…

His deep dark secrets…

The battles he’s fought…

And the scars he carries…

Feel them with your fingers…

In between the cracks…

Where his pain still lingers…

And now you have it…

What the fuck can you do…

You still can’t help him…

That much is true…

You’ve cracked the nut…

Gained your satisfaction…

But his life won’t change…

There’s no chain reaction…

He carries on as normal…

You never really could help…

The mental wounds are his…

The memories are Hell…

But you got what you wanted…

Now please, just leave…

It’s time for you to go…

He needs space to breathe…

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“There’s someone in my head, but it’s not me”…

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It’s cold and it’s dark…

No sunlight in there…

Alone with his thoughts…

All alone with his fears…

Just those four walls…

And his mental cell…

An inescapable prison…

The never-ending Hell…

With voices that echo…

Deep inside his head…

Sending him crazy…

Torture, drip-fed…

Around and around…

Around the fuckers go…

Will they ever stop…

He really doesn’t know…

Laughing one minute…

Then they’re screaming…

Is he really awake…

Or is he just dreaming…

And all this is fake…

Just one big illusion…

That fucks with his mind…

Leading to much confusion…

Punching his stomach…

Leaving such dull ache…

While the sickness and nausea….

Prevent any hope of escape…

Leaving him feeling helpless…

And spinning his wheels…

A life that’s never lived…

And one that’s unable to feel…

As there is no way out…

Not now, not ever…

The darkness has engulfed…

The blackness is forever…

Because it’s so very dark…

No hope exists in there…

And every fibre of his soul…

Is crippled by the fear…

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“The stars burning, in the empty sky”…

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Here today but,
gone too soon…

Just shooting stars,
not like the Moon…

That hangs around,
in time and space…

Never showing us,
its darkened face…

Remaining forever,
within our view…

Unlike the passing,
of those we hold true…

The ones we love,
become the faces we lose…

God takes the best,
we don’t get to choose…

Who stays or who goes,
to Heaven’s domain…

From the dawn of time,
it’s been the same…

As the departed travel,
into unknown lands…

Leaving behind them,
grieving hands…

Reaching upwards,
towards the sky…

Forever asking,
“Why God, Why”???

But no one answers and
as the silence deafens…

Our turn gets closer and
our mortality is threatened…

Because in many ways,
we just live to die…

There’s no way to stop it,
we can’t even try…

As we’re here today,
but will be gone soon…

Just shooting stars,
not like the Moon…

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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

“They’re lost and you’re losing your way”…

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The smell of the ocean and
the sound of the waves…

A tiny slice of heaven,
he could sit here for days…

Just allowing himself,
some private indulgence…

Unchaining his mind,
from life’s dark dungeon…

Watching the birds,
gliding on a slight breeze…

Admiring the conflict,
of the land versus the sea…

As they lock horns in,
their constant battle…

Whilst the sun beams down,
with its warm rays that will…

Create a peaceful memory,
he’ll remember forever…

Imprinted in his mind,
as he begins to endeavour…

To prevent the dark clouds,
that will soon arrive…

Spoiling this oasis,
causing his mood to dive…

And the Black solitude,
once again begins…

It’s a constant presence,
that’s carried on the wind…

Draining his thoughts and
trapping his broken soul…

Chained by the demons,
who once again take control…

But in this moment,
it’s just him and the sea…

He’s feeling so alive and
he’s feeling so free…

Smelling the ocean and
listening to the waves…

This tiny slice of heaven,
has the power to save…

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