The Damned…

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In the cold valley of the dead…
Where the moon refuses to rise…

The beaten and the damned…
Slowly walk, with lifeless eyes…

Carrying their sinful burden…
Weighed down by their crimes…

Committed in the knowledge…
That there would come a time…

Payment would be expected…
For the sullied lives they led…

And for each dark indiscretion…
A strand of soul would be shed…

Leading them to this silent place…
Where there is no form of mercy…

Where their devils and their demons…
Became jailers in this purgatory…

Injecting visions into their heads…
Replaying flashbacks of the past…

A constant and daily reminder…
A mental punishment that will last…

Ensuring the blood on their hands…
Will never wash clean in the river…

And permanently staining their sight…
So whenever they search in a mirror…

They witness the horror before them…
See the monsters they’ve become…

And in their descent into this evil…
Became property of the snakelike one…

Who must carry their deepest secrets…
Beyond earth’s unforgiving cold grave…

Understanding they are lost forever…
With no chance that someone will save…

As it was part of the deal they signed…
Which was then sealed by their actions…

And the small print in the contract…
Prevented any last ditch retraction…

From the cold valley of the damned…
Where the sinners will always rise…

Once their time on earth is over…
And silver coins cover their eyes…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Gods Gonna Cut You Down” By Johnny Cash

Guest Poet 4 – Fallen Angel…

This week, these pages are turned over to selected Guest Poets – I hope you enjoy!

Guest Poet number four needs no introduction and I am thrilled to welcome back the beautiful and much loved Cate!

If you would like to read more of Cate’s work, please use the search function on this blog!

If you would like to send a submission in for a future Guest Poet spot, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers
J

cate
My conscience whispers
Deep into my heart
Fallen angel
Wings clipped
To never fly

Inner turmoil churns
Deep to my core
Fallen angel
Halo slipped
Makes Venus sigh

Darkness broods over
Crimson ink swirls
Fallen angel
Smile fades
The devil tries

Temptation weaves again
Horned shadows advance
Fallen Angel
Listens intently
Hears doves cry

Reason leaves me
Hell breaks loose
Fallen Angel
Rules broken
No understanding why

Golden head bowed
On pennant knees
Fallen Angel
Truth wins
Lust must die

Internal voices clash
Thunder rumbles on
Fallen angel
Needs cleansing
Raindrops will purify

Saviour stands strong
Heart opens wide
Fallen Angel
Drawn willingly
Steps gratefully inside

Sunshine warms me
Pale skin glows
Fallen angel
Lifted up
Seeking the sky

My fire returns
Burning embers ignite
Fallen angel
Soul stirred
Chance to try

Holding on tight
Testing wings tentatively
Fallen angel
Burden lighter
Never to lie

Competing voices quieten
Silenced by love
Fallen angel
Breathes deep
Then takes flight

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

 

Imprisoned…

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Awoken within a dream…
With screwed shut eyes…

She’s lost in the chaos…
Her body’s paralysed…

The tension seeps out…
Though every single pour…

Her body begins to ache…
Her sleeping head feels sore…

She feels a seductive presence…
But yet she cannot see…

There’s evil in the room…
It’s roaming around free…

Whispering in the darkness…
Hiding in the shadows…

It knows all her secrets…
Things only she knows…

That she buried deep down…
Inside her sinner’s heart…

Where nobody could find them…
In fear of being torn apart…

But at this very moment…
The vaults have been opened…

And like a flooded river…
The banks have been broken…

And the evil in the room…
Is feasting upon her fear…

Acting Judge and Jury…
Reducing her to silent tears…

Whilst dancing with delight…
As each accusation is heard…

Each one a painful memory…
But the truth has been blurred…

Yet the evil in the room…
Has already knows the sentence…

And the guilty verdict passed…
Leaves no room for repentance…

Imprisoning her in this limbo…
In a dream that’ll never end…

She’s now the evil’s companion…
And her soul has been condemned…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Come Into My Dreamland” by Ed Harcourt

“My conscience plays upon me now”…

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What are we afraid of…
The dead will tell no lies…

Everything we’ve hidden…
All the things that we despise…

Like skeletons in the closet…
Locked away from view…

Each of us has them…
Every year we add a few…

Memories so painful…
Of all the things we did…

Darkest black and secret…
And all we were forbid…

We knew what we were doing…
Had the freedom of choice…

The fruit we ate was bittersweet…
Laced with Satan’s voice…

Now we keep them quiet…
And try hard to forget…

Moments where we came undone…
Actions we now regret…

But memories cannot hurt us…
Unless we let them out…

So keep them locked up tight…
Don’t succumb to inner doubt…

Accept we all have demons…
Not one is beyond reproach…

None of us are flawless…
As we ride in life’s stagecoach…

It’s part of the experience…
And all part of life’s plan…

Temptation comes in many forms…
For either women or a man…

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But Eye know what you’re afraid of…

Eye see it in your eyes…

Everything you’ve hidden…

All those sins you can’t disguise…

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“I married my wife of the day of the eclipse”…

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Twenty years…
Of the love delusion…

Twenty years…
Of cupid’s illusion…

Twenty years…
Of fractured vows…

Twenty years…
Only God knows how…

Twenty years…
Of ups and downs…

Twenty years…
Of smiles, of frowns…

Twenty years…
Said it wouldn’t last…

Twenty years…
Hid behind a mask…

Twenty years…
Navigating rough seas…

Twenty years…
Battling the monotony…

Twenty years…
Forgiving, not forgetting…

Twenty years…
Of silently regretting…

Twenty years…
Trying to communicate…

Twenty years…
Watching scars accumulate…

Twenty years…
Of secrets and lies…

Twenty years…
Eye Will Not Cry…

Twenty years…
Of lies and deceit…

Twenty years…
Can you feel my heartbeat…

Twenty years…
What’ve we done to each other…

Twenty years…
Will we ever recover…

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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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