“I dream at night, I can only see your face”…

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He’s obsessing again…
He can’t let her go…
She’s always in there…
A sexual vision, all aglow…

He can’t shake her off…
She’s not easy to leave…
When he closes his eyes…
It’s only her in his dream…

She haunts his head…
Occupies all his thoughts…
She’s the one who began this…
Now that memory taunts…

She played and she flirted…
Dancing undressed in a booth…
She was just fucking with him…
But he can’t handle the truth…

That she will never be his…
She’s out of his league…
Yet he clings onto the hope…
She’ll be seduced by his intrigue…

If only he could hold her…
For just one lustful night…
Arms locked around her…
His lip she would bite…

But this powerful feeling…
Will destroy everything…
It’s driving him crazy…
Yet it would be worth any sin…

So he watches from a distance…
Monitors every move that she makes…
Wishes he was beside her…
For her, his whole body aches…

He longs for that kiss…
Prays to the gods for her touch…
He can’t stop thinking about her…
And he wants her so much…

But if he cannot have her…
No other man can…
So he’s stood in the shadows…
About to initiate his dark plan…

She’s walking towards him…
She hasn’t got a clue…
He’s ready, willing and waiting…
For a final murderous rendezvous…

He’s obsessing again…
This time he won’t let her go…
It’s all planned to perfection…
No one will ever know…

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“Burning in Hell, trying to rise above it”…

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The cities heart beats…
Throughout the night…
Haunting sirens echo…
Flashing bright lights…
It’s a relentless buzz…
That’s always speaking…
But seldom pausing…
Never, ever sleeping…

With electricity flowing…
Through its veins…
This living entity…
Holds and contains…
Millions of hearts…
Constructed for loving…
But in the darkness…
Most are cheating…

And looking for sin…
Away from the streets…
Down the avenues…
To feel complete…
And fill the void…
The expanding hole…
That needs healing…
Before Devils gain control…

Blinding their eyes…
To the symbol of liberty…
Rising above them…
Higher than the trees…
Standing tall and proud…
A constant conscience…
Persuading eyes to see…
There will be consequence…

Unless they take action…
Learn how to fix things…
Repair the damage…
And grow some wings…
Not sit back and take it…
Or hide within a shroud…
But take charge instead…
Blow away the dark clouds…

And find a place…
To reflect and pause…
Try break the cycle…
Identify the cause…
And make a change…
Because city life goes on…
To another strange day…
And another sad song…

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“I’ve given all I can, It’s not enough”…

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Holding onto the gun…

Blue steel in his eyes…

His finger on the trigger…

Can’t escape from his disguise…

So deep under cover…

Into another life he was hurled…

This was always likely to happen…

In this darkened underworld…

His mission was out of sight…

He became a walking ghost…

Nobody knows his identity…

Known only as Deep Throat…

He had to infiltrate them…

Gain their trust and their respect…

Whilst slowly gathering information…

Then feeding back the intellect…

But now he stands here ready…

The loaded gun is in his hand…

Pointing at an innocent victim…

Who could never understand…

That he simply has to do this…

To prove to them he’s real…

This man’s collateral damage…

It all seems so fucking surreal…

But there is a higher purpose…

So much more at stake…

And he has to pull the trigger…

Even though it’s a Karma mistake…

It’s all part of his business…

Even the removal of a soul…

So many more before this…

It’s how he has to roll…

But now he has to focus…

Complete this transactional task…

He stands and pulls the trigger…

The victim’s blood adds to his mask…

He sees the men stood smiling…

Knows this initiation is complete…

They will all begin to trust him…

As he plots their downfall and defeat…

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“I dream at night, I can only see your face”…

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He’s obsessing again…
He can’t let her go…
She’s always in there…
A sexual vision, all aglow…

He can’t shake her off…
She’s not easy to leave…
When he closes his eyes…
It’s only her in his dream…

She haunts his head…
Occupies all his thoughts…
She’s the one who began this…
Now that memory taunts…

She played and she flirted…
Dancing undressed in a booth…
She was just fucking with him…
But he can’t handle the truth…

That she will never be his…
She’s out of his league…
Yet he clings onto the hope…
She’ll be seduced by his intrigue…

If only he could hold her…
For just one lustful night…
Arms locked around her…
His lip she would bite…

But this powerful feeling…
Will destroy everything…
It’s driving him crazy…
Yet it would be worth any sin…

So he watches from a distance…
Monitors every move that she makes…
Wishes he was beside her again…
For her, his whole body aches…

He longs for that kiss…
Prays to the gods for her touch…
He can’t stop thinking about her…
And he wants her so much…

But if he cannot have her…
No other man can…
So he’s stood in the shadows…
About to initiate his dark plan…

She’s walking towards him…
She hasn’t got a clue…
He’s ready, willing and waiting…
For a final murderous rendezvous…

He’s obsessing again…
This time he won’t let her go…
It’s all planned to perfection…
No one will ever know…

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