Damaged…

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I wonder what she thinks about…
When gazing up at the night sky…

A million burning shooting stars…
Wrapped up inside her bitter lies…

I wonder about her thought process…
How she appears constantly scheming…

Managing to construct her world…
Without conscience and without feeling…

Weaving her way through this life…
Where her acid words cause corrosion…

Forever dropping hand grenades…
Then getting high on the explosion…

Before moving onto her next victim…
With a simple grace and ease…

Knowing what fate awaits them…
Knowing she’ll never have to please…

Anyone but her own selfish self…
And doing whatever her ego needs…

To fuel and feel better about herself…
Whilst ignoring others saddened pleas…

I wonder if she sees the damage…
Realises the impact of her actions…

Or if she’s innocent and ignorant…
To other people’s horrified reactions…

Where she walks round so oblivious…
And if she was ever shown the light…

She would feel so physically sick…
She would fight to make things right…

Yet seemingly choosing the other path…
For nothing more than simple kicks…

Ripping apart those broken souls…
Who will never heal and never fix…

Perhaps it stems from childhood…
Forcing her to carry so much baggage…

As I’ve never seen such a vicious bitch…
I’ve never seen eyes look so damaged…

And as I stand and gaze upon her…
I know the truth of what lies within…

Yet there is just something that captivates…
Drawing me deeper into her web of sin…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “To Be Alone” by Hozier

“When you kill the lights, and kiss my eyes”…

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Haunted by the memories…
And the constant flashbacks…

As those nights we shared…
Are now demonic attacks…

That stem from the guilt…
Of being laid next to you…

Pushing sexual boundaries…
Under the spell of voodoo…

The two of us together…
Committing those crimes…

It’s a permanent image…
Burned into my mind…

And those visions return…
Each and every night…

A dark fantasy world…
So wrong, it was right…

Black lace and stockings…
The blindfold and cuffs…

The push and the pull…
Your demands for it rough…

But morning would come…
And the reality hit hard…

Real life was waiting…
This was all a façade…

A distraction that led…
To a destructive addiction…

A fucking fantasy lifestyle…
That defied any description…

Where you were the one…
Who changed everything…

Provided the excitement…
Granted me the wings…

But my payment for this…
Was a mental prison cell…

Whilst the moments were sweet…
Day to day living was hell…

And yet still you remain…
Somewhere deep down inside…

Where memories we created…
Hide behind tears I can’t cry…

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“Don’t feed it, it will come back”…

Please welcome Autumn Sky as my latest guest poet!

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Cheers

hoj
It

It entered the world innocent, weak, and starkly white,
With not the slightest intention of becoming a blight:
It nursed, and It cried; crawled, walked, got on skis,
The pale monster which would one day bring me to my knees.
Much, much later on, I made an awful mistake,
One little trip, on a whim, I decided to take,
Placed me within reach of this wretched manifestation,
Of my heart’s desire and my soul’s fascination –
The timing was tempting for this trick of Love’s magic,
Heedless of the warning signs, defying the tragic,
I allowed It to conquer, to swallow me whole,
My entrails,, every cell was devoured by the troll.
Something new and exciting It had not encountered before,
Another life experience to add to Its store,
It feasted, It gorged, It came back for more,
It threw me the keys and unlocked the door.
It piled on promises, It held out till the end,
It plied me with hope and the words of a friend,
Made me drunk on Its voice, Its body and mind,
So tightly coiled, but It helped me unwind:
It kissed me deeply; It held me tightly;
It unclogged my fears and hope sparkled brightly;
The miseries of distance, love’s deepest conviction,
The story felt true, but the cover said “Fiction,”
An opaque wrap artfully hid it from view,
Till the very last It declared the story was true,
And then turned a page I did not know existed,
At the bottom two words mercilessly listed,
My soul they did puncture, my heart they did rend:
Its guiltless, cruel fingers had scrawled in: “THE END.”

 

“Our heartbeats becoming slow”…

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The big city boy and
the small town girl…

Lust filled the senses,
as the whirlwind whirled…

Under star filled skies,
it was laced with mystery…

Playing in the darkness,
fulfilling fantasies…

Revealing to each other,
dark forbidden secrets…

Trying not to contemplate,
any morning after regrets…

That would surely follow,
in the cold light of day…

But until that moment,
in each other’s arms they lay…

Making a commitment,
to end it all together…

A simple suicide pact,
that would last forever…

And when the time came,
they would find a place…

To lay with each other and
hold each other’s gaze…

Leave behind the madness,
begin a new journey…

Which would be eternal,
one that would see…

Them together forever,
floating amongst the stars…

As light as a feather,
no baggage and no scars…

Just two souls colliding,
a pair of hearts in love…

Refusing to be chained,
finding freedom high above…

But until that sweet moment,
no one can ever know…

As this love is forbidden,
it belongs in the shadows…

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Amazing art by NoteS28

“Don’t let it in, with no intention to keep it”…

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She twisted and turned…
Balanced on the right…

But fell into darkness…
Under cover of the night…

Sucked into distraction…
That shattered all illusions…

Believing all the lies…
That verged upon delusions…

They felt so very real…
Attraction was so strong…

Yet hindsight is true vision…
It was so very wrong…

She followed like a rat…
Whilst the pied piper played…

With her eyes half open…
She missed the traps laid…

By Satan and his demons…
Who took full control…

The master of all puppets…
Directing his sinful show…

Leading her into temptation…
Without thought, without fear…

Down the path of no return…
In such a toxic atmosphere…

That filled up all her senses…
Made her eyes go blind…

A momentary lack of reason…
Common sense left far behind…

As it came from the shadows…
It crawled out of the hole…

Seeped into her veins…
Tarnished her very soul…

Leaving her in this place…
Of darkness and of dread…

An everlasting captivity…
No escape within her head…

Payment for her sins…
Punished by those on high…

She didn’t stop to listen…
It’s too late to stand and cry…

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“I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife”…

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The hand written confession,
she left by the bed…

Was filled with dark secrets,
from deep within her head…

Revealing her anguish and
stained by her tears…

It was an accumulation,
built up through the years…

She’s now left it behind,
for those close to read…

As her battle scarred soul,
was released and finally freed…

And this detailed explanation,
confessed all her sins…

All the mistakes she made,
whilst encouraged to sing…

By the Devil in her heart,
such a forbidden lover…

Who took full control and
distracted like no other…

She was attracted to him,
like a moth to a flame…

She couldn’t resist him and
she carried that shame…

Along with many secrets,
that she hid from her world…

As she risked everything,
whilst the whirlwind whirled…

And swept her up into,
a deceitful double life…

Rendezvousing with strangers and
sexual encounters in the night…

But the thrill of the moment,
bore the heavy price of guilt…

And the cold morning light,
would waken her demons inbuilt…

Who haunted her days,
till she could take no more…

And when she finished the letter,
she finally ended that war…

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“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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