“And now she’s in me, always with me”…

dance_in_the_shutter_IX_by_mehmeturgut

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He’s no longer sure…
If he liked you that much…

He no longer craves…
The warmth of your touch…

The spark has died…
And there is little else left…

What once existed…
Has been laid to rest…

Leaving you a stranger…
No longer part of his dreams…

Like a bit part actress…
That’s seldom on screen…

And stood on the outside…
You’re now looking in…

Wondering how this happened…
Much to your chagrin…

As there was a time…
When he worshiped you…

He believed your lies…
Prayed they were true…

And connected so deep…
You shook his very soul…

Sending his moral compass…
Spinning out of control…

He became your puppet…
The mistress’s servant…

He’d do anything for you…
Even if you didn’t deserve it…

But you turned on him…
Like a vampire craving blood…

You drained his emotions…
Whilst feasting on the flood…

Leaving him searching…
For the sanctuary of shadows…

A hole in the darkness…
Where only he knows…

A place he could think…
Allow his mind to clearly see…

And it granted him freedom…
From your constant misery…

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“Don’t take my heart, don’t break my heart”…

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Could this be love…

It feels like love…

Maybe it’s true love…

Head over heels love…

EYE AM IN LOVE…

Is this really love…

Fooled by this love…

Poisoned by this love…

Such a violent love…

EYE HATE THIS LOVE…

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“The dreams in which I’m dying, are the best I’ve ever had”…

voices-in-my-head

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He can’t halt the voices within his head…
Always filling him with fear, hate and dread…
They make him wish he was simply dead…
How did it come to this…

They come and attack at any time…
Sometimes in the day when he’s feeling fine…
At night they haunt, remind him of his crimes…
He looks for an escape…

He’s stood on the edge and looking down…
Gazing upon this bustling town…
His pale and hollow face carries such a frown…
So scared of his next move…

If he takes one step then it’s all over…
He’d forget his problems and dream of clover…
Free his spirit like an Irish rover…
Yet fear freezes up his soul…

His hidden memories come flooding back…
His whole existence is under attack…
His sanity is about to crack…
He needs to end this pain…

He closes his eyes and takes a breath…
The only way to relieve this stress…
His lungs are filled with the scent of death…
His body begins to fall…

His brain is struggling to comprehend…
Thinking of all his so called friends…
But blacking out as he descends…
Too late to stop this now…

The are no angels stood around waiting…
Just a blackness that’s forever extending…
And a sadness that will be never ending…
His pain is still so raw…

Trapped in Hell, his soul’s sentence begins…
Only his cruel and bitter conscience wins…
This suicide did not erase his sins…
A lesson too late to learn…

He couldn’t halt the voices within his head…
Down this path, he was cruelly lead…
He should have listened to his heart instead…
But this world was driving him mad…

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“The dreams in which I’m dying, are the best I’ve ever had”…

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He can’t halt the voices within his head…
Always filling him with fear, hate and dread…
They make him wish he was simply dead…
How did it come to this…

They come and attack at any time…
Sometimes in the day when he’s feeling fine…
At night they haunt, remind him of his crimes…
He looks for an escape…

He’s stood on the edge and looking down…
Gazing upon this bustling town…
His pale and hollow face carries such a frown…
So scared of his next move…

If he takes one step then it’s all over…
He’d forget his problems and dream of clover…
Free his spirit like an Irish rover…
Yet fear freezes up his soul…

His hidden memories come flooding back…
His whole existence is under attack…
His sanity is about to crack…
He needs to end this pain…

He closes his eyes and takes a breath…
The only way to relieve this stress…
His lungs are filled with the scent of death…
His body begins to fall…

His brain is struggling to comprehend…
Thinking of all his so called friends…
But blacking out as he descends…
Too late to stop this now…

The are no angels stood around waiting…
Just a blackness that’s forever extending…
And a sadness that will be never ending…
His pain is still so raw…

Trapped in Hell, his soul’s sentence begins…
Only his cruel and bitter conscience wins…
This suicide did not erase his sins…
A lesson too late to learn…

He couldn’t halt the voices within his head…
Down this path, he was cruelly lead…
He should have listened to his heart instead…
But this world was driving him mad…

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“Swallow your pride, open your eyes”…

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They planted their love…
For the second time…
An unexpected chance…
For love to shine…
From feelings of hurt…
No hope left, just fear…
Love shone through the clouds…
Message received loud and clear…

They could not believe…
Their jaded eyes had been blind…
If they had lost this love…
It would have been a total crime…
They can’t turn back time…
Or relive the days they’ve lost…
But they must grab this chance…
And hold on to it at all costs…

They were simply the lightning…
In each other’s storm filled sky…
They were always the vision…
Within each other’s eyes…
But they became so blind…
And sometimes you need…
Hearts to be released…
Before replanting loves seed…

This second chance…
They will always treasure…
Living the rest of their life…
Wrapped in a love without pressure…
They’ve planted their love…
This time it will last…
This time it feels different…
But never forget the past…

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