Soul Searching…

angel

~

“Is this what you want?”…
She quietly said…

Searching for a sign…
As her words struck his head…

He assessed the situation…
Within the darkened room…

Another sinful interaction…
Another nail in his tomb…

Admiring her beauty…
Her matching underwear…

Under Lust’s influence…
He really shouldn’t have cared…

But the voices began talking…
Distracting from the moment…

And stood at a crossroads…
He really couldn’t comment…

He wasn’t sure what he wanted…
But she really was all his…

This stunning fucking Goddess…
Like a Queen Mermaid fish….

Surrounded by an aura…
Like no other he’d ever met…

From the minute he saw her…
Common sense began to melt…

And in that stolen moment…
All his fantasies became real…

But it wasn’t like the movies…
There was more to this deal…

The heavy weight of guilt…
The magnitude of it all…

He was high above the clouds…
It would be a long, long fall…

And pausing for a breath…
He tried to soak it all in…

Burned the vision in his mind…
And then tried to begin…

But his words were so futile…
The feeling overwhelmed him…

And in a moment of weakness…
Began a night of pure sin…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song :”Make it always be too late” by Del Amitri

Whispering Voices…

london

~

Walking through the city…
Reinventing who I am…

The perfect opportunity…
To become a different man…

Wandering through shadows…
Where no one even cares…

Just who or what I am…
They are totally unaware…

Of all the sins I carry…
The heavy cross I bear…

As nobody ever notices…
Nor hears the whispered prayer…

It’s a place of total freedom…
For the weird, the wise and wrong…

Not a place of judgement…
But a place where I belong…

A sense of shamed community…
For all sinners and their ghosts…

Who walk through life’s falling rain…
But never follow the signposts…

Always choosing the wrong path…
And straying off into the dark…

But the city will never criticise…
Or make any cold sly remark…

It embraces all your darkness…
And covers up all your sin…

It’s a supernatural place…
Where life’s losers sometimes win…

Where rules are meant for breaking…
Not worrying about tomorrow…

Even lending you an invisible spell…
For anyone who wants to borrow…

So I’m walking through the city…
And reinventing who I am…

Looking out for opportunities…
To become a different man…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “West End Girls” By The Pet Shop Boys

Soul Searching…

angel

~

“Is this what you want?”…
She quietly said…

Then searched for a sign…
As her words entered his head…

Where he assessed the situation…
Within the darkened room…

Another sinful interaction…
Another nail in his tomb…

As he admired her beauty…
Her matching underwear…

And under lust’s influence…
He really shouldn’t have cared…

But the voices began talking…
Distracting from the moment…

And stood at a crossroads…
He really couldn’t comment…

He wasn’t sure what he wanted…
But she really was all his…

This stunning fucking Goddess…
Like a Queen Mermaid fish….

Surrounded by an aura…
Like no other he’d met…

From the minute he saw her…
All common sense began to melt…

And in that stolen moment…
His fantasies became real…

But it wasn’t like the movies…
There was more to this deal…

The heavy weight of guilt…
The magnitude of it all…

He was high above the clouds…
It would be a long, long fall…

And pausing for a breath…
He tried to soak it all in…

Burned the vision in his mind…
And then tried to begin…

But his words were futile…
The feeling overwhelmed him…

And in a moment of weakness…
Began a night of pure sin…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song :”Make it always be too late” by Del Amitri

“Too many shadows, whispering voices”…

london

~

Walking through the city…

Reinventing who I am…

A perfect opportunity…

To be a different man…

Wandering through shadows…

No one even cares…

Who or what I am…

They are totally unaware…

Of the sins I carry…

And the cross I bear…

Nobody ever notices…

No fucker really cares…

It’s a place of total freedom…

For the weird and wise and wrong…

Not a place of judgement…

But a place where I belong…

A sense of shamed community…

For the sinners and the ghosts…

Walking through life’s falling rain…

Never following the signposts…

Always choosing the wrong path…

And straying off into the dark…

But the city will never criticise…

Or make any sly remark…

It embraces all your darkness…

And covers up your sin…

It’s a supernatural place…

Where life’s losers sometimes win…

Where rules are meant for breaking…

Not worrying about tomorrow…

Even lending you an invisible spell…

For anyone who wants to borrow…

So I’m walking through the city…

Reinventing who I am…

Looking out for opportunities…

To become a different man…

~

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

rain

~

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…

~

“What I want, is everything to clear”…

angel

~

“Is this what you want?”
she quietly said…

Then searched for a sign,
as her words entered his head…

Where he assessed the situation,
within the darkened room…

Another sinful interaction,
another nail in his tomb…

As he admired her beauty,
her matching underwear…

And under lust’s influence,
he really shouldn’t have cared…

But the voices began talking,
distracting from the moment…

And stood at a crossroads,
he really couldn’t comment…

He wasn’t sure what he wanted,
but she really was all his…

This stunning fucking Goddess,
like a Queen Mermaid fish….

Surrounded by an aura,
like no other he’d met…

From the minute he saw her,
all common sense began to melt…

And in that stolen moment,
his fantasies became real…

But it wasn’t like the movies,
there was more to this deal…

The heavy weight of guilt,
the magnitude of it all…

He was high above the clouds,
it would be a long, long fall…

And pausing for a breath,
he tried to soak it all in…

Burned the vision in his mind,
and then tried to begin…

But his words were futile,
the feeling just overwhelmed him…

And in a moment of weakness,
began a night of pure sin…

~

“And no message could have been any clearer”…

god_and_the_devil_2

~

The man in the mirror…
Isn’t the best counsel for advice…

He may give it to you straight…
But also tell you evil lies…

Sitting in pure isolation…
His view distorted and perverse…

He sees all that you see…
From an alternate universe…

He has mischief in his soul…
And a twinkle in his eyes…

With no accountability…
He doesn’t live, but he survives…

Encourages you to do it…
And find your inner strength…

Points to which path to take…
Infects your mind’s wavelength…

Then he sits and watches…
While you make a fool of yourself…

Awaiting the next opportunity…
For you to validate himself…

As you sit in his presence…
Asking for guidance and advice…

And he stares back at you…
In mild and mock surprise…

He’s the dirty to your clean…
He’s the bad versus your good…

He would commit so much sin…
If he was free and if he could…

Instead he’s locked within the glass…
Imprisoned in your reflection…

And damned for all eternity…
A mirror image of imperfection…

The wrong to all that’s right…
The demon hiding in your soul…

The one you can’t admit to…
And the one you fight to control…

Because he’s the man in the mirror…
And if you listen, you’ll pay the price…

He’ll never give it to you straight…
But he will tell you evil lies…

~