“Life going nowhere, somebody help me”…

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He’s caught within a moment,
that’s been frozen in time…

Burned into his soul,
it arrived with no warning sign…

A vivid vision in his mind,
it’s like he’s under some spell…

And he can’t break free,
this is his living Hell…

As when he closes his eyes,
he sees her staring back…

Her pale and lifeless face,
just staring into Black…

Because a single moment changed him,
the wrong place and wrong time…

Lost his sense of right and wrong,
as he carried out this crime…

As fate conspired against him,
leading him down a path…

And once at the crossroads,.
there was no turning back…

But he didn’t mean to hurt her,
just saw a golden opportunity…

To get to know her better and
try to make her see…

That he was the one for her,
him alone and no one else…

But when she laughed into his face,
he felt the anger rise within himself…

Pushed her to the ground,
snapping her neck just like a twig…

And before he could save her,
she had danced her final jig…

Now he sits here crying,
driven insane by what he’s done…

Not knowing how to fix this mess,
or kill the monster he’s become…

As he’s caught in that one moment,
that’s been frozen in time…

His life is going nowhere and
his Sun no longer shines…

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“Life going nowhere, somebody help me”…

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He’s caught within a moment…
That’s been frozen in time…
Burned into his soul…
Came with no warning sign…
Out of the darkness…
Like a flash of lightning…
He relives the moment daily…
Even when he’s sleeping…

Vivid vision in his mind…
It’s like he’s under a spell…
And he can’t break free…
This is like a living Hell…
When he closes his eyes…
He sees her staring back…
The dull and lifeless eyes…
Just staring into black…

Balance in his universe…
Needs to be restored…
His heads a fucking mess…
His eyes so tired and sore…
Sore from all the crying…
A tearful river of red…
That flows from within him…
Makes him wish he’s dead…
 
He didn’t mean to do it…
It wasn’t his entire fault…
Tried to walk away from this…
And lock things in his vault…
But fate conspired against him…
And led him down a path…
Once at the crossroads…
There was no turning back…
 
A single moment changed him…
The wrong place and wrong time…
Lost his sense of right v wrong…
That perpetuated this crime…
He didn’t mean to hurt her…
But saw a golden opportunity…
To get to know her better…
And try to make her see…
 
That he was the one for her…
Him alone and nobody else…
When she laughed into his face…
He felt the anger within himself…
Pushed her to the ground…
Snapping her neck just like a twig…
And before he could save her…
She had danced her final jig…
 
He buried her frail limp body…
In a shallow grave nearby…
Left the girl he professed to love…
And never asked himself why…
Now he sits here crying…
Driven insane by what he’s done…
Not knowing how to fix this mess…
Or kill the monster he’s become…
 
He’s even considered suicide…
But he is a fucking coward…
And he can’t confess the crime…
As guilt hasn’t fully devoured…
So the balance in his universe…
Needs to be restored…
And get his shit together…
Or he’ll be dragged overboard…

But he’s caught in that moment…
That’s been frozen in time…
His life is going nowhere…
His Sun no longer shines…
Consumed by utter darkness…
He broke the sacred vow…
To Hell he is consigned…
No one can help him now…

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“This world has lost its glory, let’s start a brand new story”…

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The verbal word, with all its tone…
And body language, stands alone…

With the capacity, to rip you in half…
Or wraparound, A broken heart…

The sharpened tongue, used with malice…
Projects mini arrows, to tear down your palace…

Yet the softened tone, the seductive eyes…
Ignite devilish thoughts and peel away any disguise…

With sight of context, in the heat of the moment…
It’s all out in the open and A formidable opponent…

But write it down, carefully with thought…
Remove the context and the mind contorts…

The power flows, sometimes provoking rage…
Cuts to the quick and jumps right off the page…

Remaining so elegant, yet left wide open…
Makes your mind think, it’s all down to interpretation…

The desire of the reader, overwhelms any intent…
More power than a sword, into the imagination it’s sent…

And twisting all meaning, revealing your hidden desires…
Sometimes hurting feelings and lighting their fires…

Sometimes inspiring others, to greater heights…
Or words of hope and love, that comfort at night…

When reading cold, words assume power…
Whilst revealing intricate layers, like a blooming flower…

The written word, without any tone…
And no body language, stood all alone…

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