“Does anyone have a number here, for letting go”…

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Speeding through the water…
Cutting like a knife…

Leaving behind all troubles…
The memories and the strife…

And constant little reminders…
Of the dark path of regret…

Whilst dancing with distraction…
That’s been so hard to forget…

To an island lost in time…
Where no one knows your face…

Surrounded by total strangers…
Living life at a slower pace…

Who take you as they find you…
No trace of your history…

Where any mistakes made…
Remain a total mystery…

Out of sight, out of mind…
A chance to lock the box…

Focus on the here and now…
Allow the past to be lost…

Wiped from your memory…
Like some bad. bad dream…

That interrupts your sleep…
Making you silently scream…

Wishing it never happened…
Knowing you can’t be cleansed…

As all the deep dark secrets…
Became sins that simply stained…

The inside of your mind…
And deep within your soul…

Etched inside your spirit…
A sadness you can’t console…

But on this tiny island…
There is a chance to heal…

Pretend it never happened…
Remember how to feel…

Be reminded what it was…
To carry pure innocence…

A feeling so very powerful…
A feeling so damn intense…

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“Don’t let it in, with no intention to keep it”…

rain

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She twisted and turned…
Balanced on the right…

But fell into darkness…
Under cover of the night…

Sucked into distraction…
That shattered all illusions…

Believing all the lies…
That verged upon delusions…

They felt so very real…
Attraction was so strong…

Yet hindsight is true vision…
It was so very wrong…

She followed like a rat…
Whilst the pied piper played…

With her eyes half open…
She missed the traps laid…

By Satan and his demons…
Who took full control…

The master of all puppets…
Directing his sinful show…

Leading her into temptation…
Without thought, without fear…

Down the path of no return…
In such a toxic atmosphere…

That filled up all her senses…
Made her eyes go blind…

A momentary lack of reason…
Common sense left far behind…

As it came from the shadows…
It crawled out of the hole…

Seeped into her veins…
Tarnished her very soul…

Leaving her in this place…
Of darkness and of dread…

An everlasting captivity…
No escape within her head…

Payment for her sins…
Punished by those on high…

She didn’t stop to listen…
It’s too late to stand and cry…

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“The sound of loneliness turned up to ten”…

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This is my life,
my own private hell…

A fucked up misfit,
in a mental prison cell…

Trying so hard,
to please everyone…

Just to be liked,
to be someone’s Sun…

In a cold cruel world,
amidst so much pain…

Never getting it right,
always trying to explain…

Leaving me drained,
bitter and twisted…

Wishing to end it,
like I never existed…

As no one would care,
if I just disappeared…

No one would notice,
if the desk was cleared…

And from this moment,
I dropped off the radar…

Life would go on,
just without my scars…

Where someone else,
would take my place…

Another faceless number,
so easy to replace…

And totally forgotten,
in the blink of an eye…

So maybe now’s the time,
to simply say goodbye…

A final farewell,
to the silent herds…

Leave them a message,
in actions, not words…

As this is my life and
I can no longer take it…

Sick of my imperfections,
sick of being a misfit…

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“Without doubt, it is true, she was the only love you knew”…

 

rain

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It’s really you
The long lost one…

Who left me standing…
Slowly coming undone…

And falling apart
Body, mind and soul…

Sat in a dark corner
Losing all control…

Becoming numb
To the world around…

Not able to function
Or articulate a sound…

Lost in the darkness
A depressive whirlpool…

That sucked me under
Like a love-struck fool…

Who couldn’t see a way
To get back on track

Unable to function
In a world of Black…

Down a rabbit hole
With no sign of Alice

Just dark thoughts
Of death and malice…

And there you are
Now stood before me…

Without a care
For my painful story…

Barely recognising
My haunted face

And as for love
There is no trace…

As you left me battered…
Bruised and bloodied

Incapable of feeling
Love for anybody…

You broke my heart…
My spirit and my soul…

Without a care
For what you stole…

Fuck you…

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“You can tell a lot, by not saying a thing”…

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Don’t say a word…
I think I understand…

The look in your eye…
The touch of your hand…

Behind the fake smile…
And your painted face…

I sense your anger…
Thoughts of disgrace…

That you keep inside…
Buried deep down…

As thinking about it…
Only makes you frown…

And transports you to…
A sad time and place…

That continues to haunt…
Feelings you can’t erase…

The permanent scars…
Etched into your soul…

The permanent reminders…
No one can console…

Or ever take away…
Remove from your eye…

These are yours to keep…
Till the day that you die…

But when you’re with me…
No words are needed…

A sigh is enough…
All warnings are heeded…

As I’m in there too…
That place of darkness…

That blinds my eyes…
With only blackness…

And makes each day…
Such a battle to live…

Where I don’t understand…
And I can never forgive…

So please don’t feel…
That you have to speak…

Just let me wipe…
The tears from your cheek…

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

man

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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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“Like the circles that you find, in the windmills of your mind”…

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She took the pills…
To help her sleep…

Changing her dreams…
From nightmares to sweet…

To silence the voices…
Inside her head…

Constantly reminding…
She’s better off dead…

And to halt the visions…
Behind her eyes…

The monsters and devils…
And demons who fly…

Twisting and tormenting…
Around her fragile mind…

Always so bitter…
And so very unkind…

Until she got to the point…
There was no return…

Just too much pain…
Too many bridges burnt…

That left her standing…
In this world, all alone…

Nobody to help her…
No Samaritan to phone…

There was no white knight…
To halt her distress…

Living in solitude…
A life of inner stress…

That left her fighting…
To get through each day…

Then facing her tormentors…
As they came out to play…

But then she decided…
Enough was enough…

She could no longer face it…
Decided to give up…

So she took the pills…
To silence the screams…

And in her eternal sleep…
There will be no more dreams…

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