Whispering Voices…

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Walking through the city…
Reinventing who I am…

The perfect opportunity…
To become a different man…

Wandering through shadows…
Where no one even cares…

Just who or what I am…
They are totally unaware…

Of all the sins I carry…
The heavy cross I bear…

As nobody ever notices…
Nor hears the whispered prayer…

It’s a place of total freedom…
For the weird, the wise and wrong…

Not a place of judgement…
But a place where I belong…

A sense of shamed community…
For all sinners and their ghosts…

Who walk through life’s falling rain…
But never follow the signposts…

Always choosing the wrong path…
And straying off into the dark…

But the city will never criticise…
Or make any cold sly remark…

It embraces all your darkness…
And covers up all your sin…

It’s a supernatural place…
Where life’s losers sometimes win…

Where rules are meant for breaking…
Not worrying about tomorrow…

Even lending you an invisible spell…
For anyone who wants to borrow…

So I’m walking through the city…
And reinventing who I am…

Looking out for opportunities…
To become a different man…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “West End Girls” By The Pet Shop Boys

The Transformation…

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His words were always…
Lost in translation…

She would smile sweetly…
But it was no consolation…

She understood little…
Much to his frustration…

But when their eyes met…
He felt the transformation…

As a lightning bolt hit…
That defied all explanation…

Like star crossed lovers…
From different constellations…

A fantasy come true…
The feeling of pure exhilaration…

From the very first moment…
And very first flirtation…

Where innocence was lost…
When under interrogation…

Driven by Lust’s power…
And the thrill of temptation…

Which blinded their morals…
And erased their education…

Pure souls slowly becoming…
Solied with sinful contamination…

Walking down the path…
Towards eternal damnation…

And corrupted minds…
Shared unspoken conversation…

As he stood trembling beside her…
She felt his vibration…

When touching each other…
Lost in such infatuation…

But when it was all over…
Came a wave of aggravation…

As the spite and anger grew…
So did each painful accusation…

But time wandered on…
And in space for contemplation…

Blinded eyes were prised open…
Like a religious revelation…

His words are now always…
Filled with guarded hesitation…

As she looks right through him…
Freed from the chains of expectation…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Teardrop” by Massive Attack

Photography by Benoit Courti

“Making me high, making me whole”…

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Up against the wall…
In a cheap hotel room…

Senses all blurred…
Intoxicated by perfume…

Sugar lips kissing…
Tongues mingle and play…

The Devil has infected…
Is what they will say…

Underwear falling…
Revealing naked skin…

Sweat begins to glisten…
Exploring deep within…

Thrown around like ragdolls…
In a frenzied attack…

A moment of abandon…
Nails assault his back…

The bed offers comfort…
As their actions intensify…

He moves down her body…
Probes between her thighs…

She whispers and moans…
Lets out a scream…

Is this really happening…
Or is this just a dream…

They met in the bar…
Never asked for a name…

They’ll part in the morning…
They’ll hide any shame…

And live with this memory…
Mixed up with guilt…

Remembering the feelings…
As her orgasm built…

In that very moment…
Realities were traded…

Distraction took hold…
And the real world faded…

Two sinners colliding…
Getting off on the danger…

Addicted to the thrill…
Of sex with a stranger…

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“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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“Are you the one that I’ve been waiting for”…

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His world was dark…
He dragged them in…

Seduced so many minds…
Introduced them to sin…

Showed them things…
No one else sees…

Showed them a world…
Not based in reality…

A life that existed…
Only inside his head…

A place of insanity…
Of fear and of dread…

With flashes of charm…
That kept them intrigued…

Weaving a dark spell…
That dazzled and deceived…

Leaving them spellbound…
Blindly following their hearts…

But he sucked out their souls…
And he ripped them apart…

Leaving them broken…
So cold and so alone…

He destroyed their worlds…
He destroyed so many homes…

Then quickly moved on…
Forgetting their names…

Erasing the memories…
Denying any shame…

Wandering through the night…
In search of distraction…

He prowled the shadows…
Looking for more action…

Then one night he met…
The most beautiful vixen…

Whose stunning eyes…
Defied any description…

Falling head over heels…
He never felt Karma’s knife…

She stole his heart…
And she destroyed his life…

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“You break me down to pieces, watch me come undone”…

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Why did you do it…
Why did you come back…

Subjecting my world…
To a sustained attack…

Casting your spells…
And poisoning my mind…

Is this just a game to you…
Why act so unkind…

You know that I’m weak…
You know my Achilles heel…

Yet you exploit my feelings…
Put me though this ordeal…

Does it make you smile…
To inflict all this pain…

Has it become your mission…
To drive me insane…

And make me pay…
For all my mistakes…

Is this what you want…
Is this what it takes…

Getting your thrills…
By watching me suffer…

Was I really that bad…
Hurt you like no other…

Leaving those scars…
So deep and so wide…

Hurting so badly…
Omnipresent, deep inside…

That have left you damaged…
With a thirst for revenge…

And you know how to get it…
You know I’ll descend…

Because I’m an addict…
And you are my drug…

Which makes it so easy…
For you to smile so smug…

And taste your victory…
Over and over again…

Getting off on my torment…
Getting high on my pain…

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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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