“She was, an American girl”…

Wishing all my American readers a very Happy Fourth of July…

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The electrical storm…
Raged high overhead…

Deep in the night…
As she lay in her bed…

Piercing the darkness…
Lighting up the sky…

Like a firework display…
On the Fourth of July…

Her dreams in tatters…
Something had died…

There was nothing left…
Behind tear-stained eyes…

Just a wall of silence…
And a vast black void…

A haunting reminder…
Of what she destroyed…

As her venomous tongue…
Fired arrows, sharp & twisted…

She lost all control…
But as the red mist lifted…

She realised the hurt…
And saw all his wounds…

But was unable to recover…
Knew they were doomed…

Destroying any trust…
That had once flourished…

Broke his kind heart…
That she once cherished…

And pushed him away…
Built so many walls…

Till he finally craved solitude…
Time away from it all…

As he’d forgiven so much…
So many of her mistakes…

But this time was different…
And he had to escape…

So he left in the rain…
Running far, far away…

Leaving her broken…
Filled with regret & dismay…

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“And the mercy seat is waiting”…

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He will tell you stories…
Of how he was fooled…
How she seduced him…
With eyes made of jewels…
Spinning words of poetry…
Speaking in tongues…
Seductive and emotional…
Breathing lust into his lungs…

He will tell you stories…
Of her wit and her charm…
That caught him off-guard…
And disabled his alarm…
Bringing down his walls…
Allowing the beast in…
Infecting his dreams…
With darkness and sin…

He will tell you stories…
Of how deeply he fell…
For a make believe world…
That became a living Hell…
Craving her company…
Obsessed with her life…
Painting vivid pictures…
In his mind at night…

He will tell you stories…
Of dark hotel rooms…
An alternate double life…
That lifted his gloom…
Breaking the monotony…
Of each draining day…
And stolen moments…
Held under her sway…

And he’ll tell you stories…
Of how she changed…
Of how it all ended…
Becoming estranged…
Which left him so empty…
A black hole in his life…
And how he responded…
With anger and a knife…

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“Whispers of hope, are not quite enough”…

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He and She…
Sitting in a tree…
K. I. S. S. I. N. G…

As the branch broke…
They fell to the ground…

Not able to move…
Not making a sound…

Staring at each other…
Realising it was over…

Not wanting to admit it…
Or lose the four leaf clover…

That had cast a spell…
Over their eyes…

Leaving just shadows…
Wrapped up in lies…

As the luck they found…
Had simply disappeared…

And in a heartbeat…
The silence had appeared…

Leaving nothing behind…
But bitter tears…

Falling to the ground…
As minutes became years…

And without any contact…
Without any conversation…

The wounds got deeper…
Lost in translation…

As hope was lost…
The dream had ended…

And as darkness fell…
The evil descended…

Infecting both hearts…
Distorting the facts…

And when battle commenced…
There was no turning back…

As what was once…
Remained no more…

The ship had sailed…
And gone to war…

Where no one wins…
No victory is tasted…

Just a stark reminder…
Of what was wasted…

He and She…
Sitting in a tree…
K. I. S. S. I. N. G…

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“Words like violence, break the silence”…

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You don’t know me…
Don’t know me at all…

Yet still pass judgement…
Sat high on the wall…

Away from reality…
In your ivory tower…

Spitting out words…
With a venomous power…

Casting your aspersions…
Making up cruel lies…

You mean nothing to me…
You’re dead in my eyes…

As the view you have…
Is so very twisted…

You never took the time…
Checked facts that existed…

Or understood my motives…
What makes me tick…

It really fucks me off…
You make me feel sick…

As I watch from afar…
Hearing what’s said…

Do you think I’m blind…
To the poison you spread…

You are just a throwback…
From a bygone age…

You belong in a prison…
Rotting in a cage…

Yet you walk free…
Alive and kicking…

But I wouldn’t care…
If you weren’t breathing…

And buried somewhere…
Deep underground…

In a wooden box…
Not making a sound…

As you don’t know me…
Don’t know me at all…

But my time is coming…
And I’ll watch you fall…

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“She lies and says she’s in love with him”…

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She can’t keep opening her veins…
Just for your entertainment…

She’s not a puppet on a string…
To be left out on the pavement…

She can’t keep on playing…
All your stupid fucking games…

Listening to you calling her…
By a hundred different names…

She’s worn out by your insensitivity…
And sick of your disregard…

For the fact she bruises so easily…
Each time she lets down her guard…

You simply take her for granted…
And treat her like such a fool…

You never give her any credit…
It’s like she’s back at school…

She’s not sure she can take this…
And not sure she can carry on…

You’ve ripped the heart from her…
Without caring what you’ve done…

Because you’re so wrapped up…
In your quest for domination…

Walking over other people…
And crushing any inspiration…

Sucking up helpless souls…
Before casually spitting them out…

Not hearing their pleas…
Ignoring their desperate shouts…

And treating those close to you…
With such utter contempt…

That it becomes impossible…
To make any realistic attempt…

In keeping up the pretence…
At hiding her hatred and distain…

Because all it is doing…
Is causing her anguish and pain…

As you’ve had the best of her…
She’s been your entertainment…

So now it’s time for her to leave…
And free her heart from this torment…

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“Somebody stepped inside your soul”…

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The little bird sits,
in the eye of the storm…

On a darkened rooftop,
all tattered and torn…

Her feathers all ruffled,
hiding new scars…

She’s looking for refuge,
under falling stars…

Searching for calm and
any kind of sanctuary…

Somewhere to hide,
until she can be free…

And it is all over,
when she will again fly…

In-between the sunset and
the dark moonlit sky…

But until that time,
the angry storm rages…

And each painful day,
writes new chapters and pages…

Of a complicated story,
where this little bird got lost…

Before finding herself,
without realising the cost…

As in a circle with three sides,
she got caught in-between…

And only pure sinners,
could feel what she’s seen…

As dodging the lightning,
became her awakening…

And a thirst for excitement,
became so very frightening…

Forcing a conclusion and
igniting Hell’s fire…

Which seeks out the truth,
as the flames reach higher…

Now sat on that rooftop,
it feels so out of control…

And the little bird attempts,
to reclaim her soul…

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“But I was a fool, playing by the rules”…

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Do you really feel better…

Now the fighting’s begun…

Getting your own way…

Thinking that you’ve won…

As you casually sit there…

Firing all your bullets…

Aiming straight and true…

And right for the gullet…

Taking no prisoners…

To ensure your victory…

Then holding the trophy aloft…

For all the world to see…

Did you take sick pleasure…

In watching all the pain…

Which you have inflicted…

Is that what you gained…

In this whole fucking affair…

That crushed others souls…

Sucked the light from them…

Leaving them dark and cold…

Did a sense of enjoyment…

Ignite your fucked up eyes…

Deflecting the real truth…

Whilst hiding all your lies…

Because inside you know…

Any victory is so hollow…

And with no sense of pride…

It’s a bitter pill to swallow…

As those voices keep talking…

Dancing round in your head…

They won’t leave you alone…

Filling you with a dread…

That haunts all your days…

And all of your thoughts…

Where you can’t face the facts…

Forgetting all you were taught…

But whilst you may feel better…

By thoughts that you have won…

Don’t think that this is over…

Because the war’s only just begun…

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