The Truth…

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He’s not the man you thought he was…
You can see it deep in his eyes

That mask he’s worn every day…
Was a thin and fragile disguise

Constructed of smoke and mirrors…
It relied upon casual distraction

Keeping you from seeing the truth…
Kept you away from the real action

As he struck a deal with the Devil
Upon turning the age of Thirty Three…

And in exchange for sinful pleasures
He handed over his soul so willingly

But you would never have known it…
As he kept it all so well hidden

And from the outside looking in
You’d never see all that’s forbidden…

Nor the sweet fruit that he’d tasted
Or the lives that he had destroyed…

Whilst he took just what he wanted
Breaking hearts like childrens toys

But now he drowns in the darkness
Long gone are those days of light

His vision is now clouded by sadness…
Regret replaces those once lustful nights

As the sands of time are running out
And he is counting down the days

All that remains are the flashbacks
Vivid memories trap him in a maze

Whilst he faces up to the grim reality
That his time on Earth is now short

He could not escape this forever…
Immortality could never be bought…

And that fear of what is coming…
The Hell that will be his prison

Fills his cold heart with a panic
As he knows he can’t be forgiven

There’s nothing more he can do
The damage has already been done…

And the next chapter that he faces…
Will be full of Fire and Brimstone…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “It Seemed The Better Way” By Leonard Cohen

“Now every night she plays the sad game”…

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Regret was for the morning…
Not the here and now…

She should have seen the warning…
But eyes were blind somehow…

Now the feeling lingers…
Deep within her soul…

Wishing that his fingers…
Were there to take control…

Of her willing body…
That aches beyond belief…

Letting out a violent plea…
To bring her some relief…

And as she lays on the bed…
She remembers all the times…

He would fuck, with her head…
Yet make her feel so fine…

The way he would annoy her…
Get underneath her skin…

But all her paranoia…
Evaporated whilst playing…

When bodies were entwined…
With passion so very loud…

He fucked her body & her mind…
Leaving her floating on a cloud…

Giving herself to him…
Like a slave to the master…

Revelling in the dark sin…
And the orgasm she was after…

But all good things end…
As she was never his at all…

She was just his starlight friend…
She was just a night time call…

And he took full advantage…
As she never put up a fight…

Those moments were enchanted…
But he never stayed the night…

Now she lays there sadly…
Wondering if they’ll meet again…

Needing him so badly…
And slowly going insane…

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“It’s nothing I regret”…

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Regret is for the morning…
Not the here and now…

Living in the moment…
Is always right somehow…

All that is forbidden…
Everything that’s wrong…

When inhibition is let go…
Temptation burns so strong…

Like a moment on the lips…
Which nobody could see…

It felt for just a moment…
This was meant to be…

Or the hotel room spinning…
Naked bodies intertwined…

Desire and passion flowing…
Reality left very far behind…

It meant more than it should…
In fact, it meant the world…

Stolen and so precious…
Reality picked up and hurled…

But guilt will always find you…
No matter where you hide…

Remind you of your crimes…
And how much you have lied…

You wish you hadn’t done it…
But actions cannot be undone…

Yet is there really any harm…
When inside it felt like fun…

Just cover up your tracks…
Keep them all in the dark…

Carrying this in your soul…
Like a ruthless fucking shark…

And never speak about it…
It’s there, but left unsaid…

Seductive, raw and emotional…
Now memories in your head…

So regret it in the morning…
It could be worth the price…

Embracing that sweet moment…
We live only once, not twice…

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Amazing photo by Leah Johnston

“Like a dream to have you on my arm”…

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He’s stuck in a moment,
his eyes on the past…

His brain full of nostalgia,
with memories that last…

And haunt his present,
whilst struggling to get through…

As the life he’s living,
is filled with images of you…

The one he craved for,
Twenty years ago…

He knew from the first moment,
but he had to let go…

As the timing was wrong and
the stars weren’t aligned…

Yet he always loved you and
at one stage, tried to find…

Tracking you down,
to tell you his thoughts…

But when he saw you,
cold feet forced him to abort…

So he stood in the shadows,
gazed upon your face…

Saw your contented smile,
then left without a trace…

But with a shattered heart,
that refused to mend…

And told him over and over,
to bin the love letters, not send…

Now Twenty years later,
he has not moved on…

And still lives in the past,
even if it’s so wrong…

Filled with such regret,
at not taking his chance…

That moment in his life,
when he wanted to dance…

But now sits in the window,
that lonely table for one…

His heart aching for her,
as his mind comes undone…

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Photo credit to Wolf_Pictures

“Wake up every day, that would be a start”…

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Regret is for the morning…
Not the here and now…
Living in the moment…
Is always right somehow…

All that is forbidden…
Everything that’s wrong…
When inhibition is let go…
Temptation burns so strong…

Following impulsive feelings…
Sometimes alcohol induced…
Moments of pure madness…
Will always be produced…

Hidden from the real world…
And never feeling shame…
Feeling so wrong, so right…
Like whispering her name…

Speaking aloud the words…
You’d never normally say…
Things that should be hidden…
And always stay that way…

Or a moment on the lips…
That nobody could see…
It felt for just a moment…
This was meant to be…

Or the hotel room spinning…
Naked bodies intertwined…
Desire and passion flowing…
Reality left very far behind…

It meant more than it should…
In fact, it meant the world…
Stolen and so precious…
Reality picked up and hurled…

But guilt will always find you…
No matter where you hide…
Reminding of your crimes…
And how much you have lied…

You wish you hadn’t done it…
But actions cannot be undone…
Yet is there really any harm…
When inside it felt like fun…

Just cover up your tracks…
Keep them all in the dark…
Carrying this in your soul…
Like a fucking ruthless shark…

And never speak about it…
It’s there, but left unsaid…
Seductive, raw and emotional…
Now memories in your head…

Quietly keep it secret…
And bury it deep inside…
Where regret won’t find you…
So its morals are denied…

So regret it in the morning…
It could be worth the price…
Just live for the moment…
We live only once, not twice…

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Amazing photo by Leah Johnston