Black Hole…

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The man at the door…
Wants to buy your soul…

Says it’s worth double…
As it’s got a Black Hole…

Got a big Black Hole…
Deep down inside…

Been getting bigger…
Every time you lied…

Each time you lied…
The man here knew…

Made him smile…
As the Black Hole grew…

Growing bigger and bigger…
Swallowing up your heart…

Covering up the truth…
Shooting out a poison dart…

And that poison dart…
Hit the one you love…

Made him take flight…
Like an escaping Dove…

That escaping Dove…
Has broken your soul…

Now all that’s left…
Is this big Black Hole…

It’s your Black Hole…
That this man wants…

Killing time in the shadows…
As his memory haunts…

And that memory haunts…
Stalks your hurting head…

You made the choices…
Now you wish you were dead…

You wish you were dead…
Because the living is hell…

Now the time has come…
And your ready to sell…

Yes you’re ready to sell…
Detach that big Black Hole…

So just close your eyes…
And hand over your soul…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song : ”Black” by Pearl Jam

Sweet Dreams…

him

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Erase his memory…
And wipe it clean…

Remove the faces…
That he has seen…

The ones he’s hurt…
And uttered his lies…

That stain his soul…
Making him despise…

Every bad thought…
Every wrong deed…

That was sown…
By the Devil’s seed…

And infected his head…
With Sinner’s thoughts…

Diverting him away…
From all he was taught…

About right and wrong…
The good and the bad…

Now he looks back…
And he feels so sad…

As the fun distraction…
That made him smile…

Will be held against him…
At the final trial…

Of his dirty soul…
As he meets his maker…

And stands in judgement…
Accused of being a faker…

Before being condemned…
To an afterlife in Hell…

Chained to his Master…
For being an infidel…

Because for every action…
He knew the high price…

Yet was still addicted…
To thrills in the night…

Now haunting his memory…
Making him silently scream…

As it comes flooding back…
When she whispers “Sweet dreams”

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Sweet Dreams” Covered by Marilyn Manson

 

Eye Spy…

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This is a true story…
One that’s seldom heard…

It’s whispered in dark corners…
And ignited by the words…

Never spoken aloud…
In fear of what they’ll say…

As someone’s always watching…
Every minute of each day…

In a story that encapsulates…
The true meaning of desire…

Of the sinful undertakings…
That flicker in Hell’s great fire…

A story that gets buried…
Out of sight, out of your mind…

In a land full of deception…
Where distraction is designed…

To drag each and every soul…
Deep into its black depths…

Where the depraved simply exist…
And the sinner simply regrets…

But is no longer capable…
Of pure thought and deed…

Which was instantly replaced…
By the Devil’s evil seed…

That has taken a firm grip…
Entwined around cold hearts…

From the very first moment…
Like a poison filled dart…

Piercing each and every soul…
And infecting all their thoughts…

Removing all the goodness…
And the innocence once taught…

This is the story of demons…
A story of pure evil ways…

Where nothing is ever sacred…
And nothing will ever stay…

Forever covered up or hidden…
This story will always be re-told…

And if you didn’t heed this warning…
Eye spy the fool playing with gold…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “I Spy” by Pulp

“Every step you take, I’ll be watching you”…

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On an island far away…
Bathed in the ice white sun…

Sits the seductive angel…
Believing she has won…

That she has got away with it…
And that she is now free…

To carry on with life…
And inflict her misery…

On those who fall victim…
On those she calls prey…

Those who chase distraction…
And from the path, they stray…

Into her waiting arms…
Straight into her traps…

That she has set meticulously…
Ensnaring those who lapse…

As she is the instigator…
The one who turns their head…

Setting the coordinates…
Knowing when they’re dead…

Hell’s cruel fire awaits…
Payment for their sins…

Down a path of no return…
Where only the Devil wins…

Watching good hearts blacken…
As the victims lose control…

In games of truth or dare…
Where the loser gives their soul…

Before accepting her payment…
Of sixty tiny silver coins…

For every sinful blackbird…
Falling from the sky to join…

The ever growing underworld…
She fills with broken wings…

Who endure the state of limbo…
As her twisted scheme wins…

Leaving them to face the Raven…
Who will take their final breath…

As she moves to her next victim…
Luring them to their death…

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“There’s a darkness in every sense”…

gee

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Welcome to the dark side…
On the edge of the abyss…

A place submerged in shadows…
Where the fallen angels kiss…

And whisper to each other…
Forbidden fantasies and lies…

All the secrets of this world…
Carried on the wings of flies…

Delivered like a message…
On an arrow tipped with fire…

Lighting up the blackness…
Where the ungodly do conspire…

The ones who roam silently…
Trapped within a falling tear…

Who no longer feel emotion…
No hate, no love, no fear…

The lost and the damned…
In a state of perpetual strife

Who never saw this coming…
Slept walked through their life…

But now pay for their sins…
And the path they chose…

As their moments of distraction…
Became the thorns of a rose…

Now embedded in their soul…
And tearing at their skin…

An everlasting reminder…
Of the eternal Hell they’re in…

A place where human kindness…
Never began to even exist…

And demons in your dreams…
Infect, distort and twist…

Whilst in the vivid nightmares…
Your mind is filled with doubt…

As suddenly it hits you…
There is really no way out…

And as memories begin to fade…
Numbness will replace any fear…

Now was it worth the price…
Your soul has paid to get here…

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“Sweet dreams are made of these”…

him

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Erase his memory…
And wipe it clean…

Remove the faces…
That he has seen…

The ones he’s hurt…
And uttered his lies…

That stain his soul…
Making him despise…

Every bad thought…
Every wrong deed…

That was sown…
By the Devil’s seed…

And infected his head…
With Sinner’s thoughts…

Diverting him away…
From all he was taught…

About right and wrong…
The good and the bad…

Now he looks back…
And he feels so sad…

As the fun distraction…
That made him smile…

Will be held against him…
At the final trial…

Of his dirty soul…
As he meets his maker…

And stands in judgement…
Accused of being a faker…

Before being condemned…
To an afterlife in Hell…

Chained to his Master…
For being an infidel…

Because for every action…
He knew the high price…

Yet was still addicted…
To thrills in the night…

Now haunting his memory…
Making him silently scream…

As it comes flooding back…
When she whispers

“Sweet dreams”

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“All the things, come back to you”…

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The Angel’s decent, strangely began…
In a random encounter with a Chinese man…

Who spoke quietly, all about his life…
The trauma, the troubles and all his strife…

About how he fought for everything…
Before he taught his soul to sing…

Steven Tyler sang as she went on her way…
“Dream on” were the words she heard him say…

“All the things, come back to you”…
Was the warning in this surreal tune…

But the Angel didn’t listen to that warning…
Her course was set until the morning…

And with the wind beginning to build…
The night air was becoming strangely filled…

With the scent of something so unknown…
And into turmoil she was utterly thrown…

As the eyes of a Demon came into view…
It was one of those moments that feels so true…

Burns down to the core of your very soul…
The spine-tingling moment you lose control…

She looked at him and he stared at her…
For just one second she would honestly swear…

There was a point of connected clarity…
And from that moment, she could not see…

Blind and powerless he led the dance…
She began floating in a half dazed trance…

Wandering down life’s darkened street…
And in an instant she felt the heat…

Of Hell’s burning flames calling out…
As her head was filled with thoughts of doubt…

But the Demon was much too strong…
She became enchanted by his sweet songs…

He held her in his powerful sway…
Through winding streets and alley ways…

He intoxicated the rain filled air…
Yet by his side, she just didn’t care…

The Demon tempted and pointed to drink…
As she began to fall, she began to sink…

The world she knew just melted away…
Reality blurred, with no hint of dismay…

As fallen Angels began setting their traps…
Under the cold moonlight, she collapsed…

And became a different version or three…
The kind she’d never let the real world see…

Jumping from one planet onto another…
It was only then that she discovered…

Something so different, something so refined…
And in a stolen moment, lips intertwined…

As the world around faded from view…
She forgot everything she thought she knew…

And whilst Hell’s fire burned bright and Red…
The Demon invited her into his bed…

But at the point of no return…
As the Devil danced and the flames did burn…

The Chinese man once again appeared…
This time older, with a Grey beard…

Said “Wait, it’s not too late,
Don’t give in and become this Demon’s first mate.
All is not as it seems,
Free yourself from this Demon’s dream”…

The words struck deep into her heart…
And she & the Demon, did reluctantly part…

When she awoke to face the new day…
She lay there wondering what to say…

It had felt like the most vivid dream…
And she let out the most silent scream…

Her soul now scarred and ripped forever…
But with little remorse as she ascended to Heaven…

The Chinese man never again returned…
But his words carried deep into her soul and burned…

Now Steven Tyler keeps singing his haunting song…
Whilst the Demon sits in Hell, where he belongs…

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