“She’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene”…

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She tries to find beauty,
in almost everything…

As she immerses herself,
in her life’s darkest sins…

The guilty feelings and
tears she’s cried…

In-between the Red and Black,
is where she now resides…

Ignoring all the voices,
who dictate right from wrong…

Dancing through life her way and
writing lyrics to her own song…

Enjoying moments she’s stolen,
on life’s wild, wild side…

Trying to focus outwards,
not on the inside…

Learning to draw strength,
where others only feel fear…

Welcoming her demons and
now keeping them near…

Dancing with the Devil,
whilst playing with his fire…

Elevating her tattered soul,
higher, higher and higher…

Gambling all she has left,
on following a dream…

That is forever recurring,
but it’s not what it seems…

As she’s driven on,
in the midst of hidden pain…

And if she let it defeat her,
she would simply go insane…

Because she’s broken inside,
like a jigsaw missing pieces…

The result of his lies and
the sum of his beatings…

So she looks for distraction,
in absolutely everything…

It’s the only way she can ever,
forget his bitter sting…

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“You soon find, you have few choices”…

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Many are the voices,
talking in his mind…

Vicious and destructive,
angry and unkind…

Always pointing out,
all his many faults…

Where he could do better,
it’s a constant assault…

That drives him to drink,
all this madness away…

Opening a new bottle,
each and every day…

A sip as he awakes,
a shot during work…

And when nobody notices,
he allows himself a smirk…

He knows it’s a problem,
but drowns those thoughts away…

Buring Devil’s deep inside,
to face some other day…

Infecting blood with alcohol,
poisoning his brain…

He can’t remember a time,
he felt sober and quite sane…

And strong enough to fight,
the demons in control…

Who weaken his defences,
whilst feasting on his soul…

Leaving blurred memories,
of what went on before…

Images of his childhood,
so painful and so raw…

But he has the anaesthetic,
that quickly numbs his pain…

And it’s easier than fighting,
through the wind and rain…

So he drowns out the voices,
that stalk his weakened mind…

Living in a drunken haze,
leaving real life behind…

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