“Share the same space for a minute or two”…

man

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He’s got a mental disorder…
Affecting his brain…

It’s why he keeps on running…
Back to her again…

At every opportunity…
And any chance he gets…

He finds his way to her…
And tries hard to forget…

The pressures and strains…
That surround his tired eyes…

His stressful environment…
Which forces him to cry…

And pine for her excitement…
The adventure she brings…

Because wandering around her…
Makes his heart sing…

Giving him chance to reflect…
To make sense of it all…

And where all his mistakes…
Vanish in her seductive call…

Those open, sore wounds…
The deep and painful scars…

Overfilled with fear and hate…
Like some flooded reservoir…

Leaving him quietly praying…
For something to hold…

To keep him afloat…
Whilst out of all control…

As when he’s feeling so lost…
In his distorted reality…

She gives him distraction…
And moments of pure clarity…

Much needed perspective…
Arrives when she is so close…

And next to her beauty…
He’s like an imperfect rose…

Out of his natural habitat…
And growing out of place…

But when he sees her light up…
A smile crosses his face…

Because this mental disorder…
May affect his brain…

But nothing can ever hurt him…
When he’s in her arms again…

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“Je me lance vers la gloire”…

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Her naked drugged up body…
Lies tied up on the bed…
Her eyes closed to the danger…
Not knowing what is ahead…

He’s in the room there with her…
His eyes are dead and cold…
This moment’s been prepared for…
He knows how it will unfold…

In the middle of a warehouse…
A place that’s no longer in use…
No one will interrupt him…
As he begins to violate and abuse…

He likes the taste of power…
She’s in no position to resist…
He takes advantage of her body…
Every inch of her gets kissed…

But this isn’t purely sexual…
This is so much more than that…
The surgical tools around him…
Are more akin to mortal combat…

He wants to hear her suffer…
So waits till she’s awake…
And as fear floods her tired eyes…
Incisions he starts to make…

Cutting out her vital organs…
As she screams and pleads in pain…
One by one he carefully removes them…
And her heart he will retain…

The mind-set of a maniac…
Is simply out of all control…
By taking pieces from others…
He’s convinced it makes him whole…

Healing himself as he cuts…
Glory flowing through his veins…
As her torn and ripped up body…
Lies covered in lifeless bloodstains…

His need is never ending…
No one else would understand…
To him it all makes perfect sense…
His next victim is already planned…

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“No time to think about what she’s done”…

alone

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She lost her mind a long time ago…
She lost it in the deep White snow…
She lost her will and became a ghostly shadow…

She lost the man, she lost her love…
She lost the spark, her hand in glove…
She lost all belief in the Gods above…

She lost her way and could no longer see…
She lost her spirit and was forced to her knees…
She lost her life, to some degree…

She found by chance, the chance to grow…
She found someone, who let her know…
She found some pieces and began to sew…

She found the strength to live again…
She found warmth in the freezing rain…
She found some courage and caught the train…

She found a place where she could belong…
She found her voice and now sings his song…
She found her soul, after all hope was gone…

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“Share the same space for a minute or two”…

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He’s got a mental disorder…
Affecting his mind and brain…
It’s why he keeps on running…
Back to her, again and again…
At every opportunity…
And any chance he gets…
He finds his way to her…
And tries hard to forget…
The pressures and the strains…
That surround his eyes…
His stressful environment…
Which forces him to cry…
And pine for her excitement…
The adventure that she brings…
Because just wandering around her…
Makes his heart and soul sing…
Giving him chance to reflect…
To make sense of it all…
And where all his mistakes…
Vanish in her seductive call…
Those open, sore wounds…
The deep and painful scars…
Overfilled with fear and hate…
Like some flooded reservoir…
Leaving him quietly praying…
For something to hold…
To keep him afloat…
Whilst out of all control…
And when he’s feeling so lost…
In his distorted reality…
She gives him distraction…
And moments of pure clarity…
Much needed perspective…
Arrives when she is so close…
And next to her beauty…
He’s like an imperfect rose…
Out of his natural habitat…
And growing out of place…
But when he sees her light up…
A smile crosses his face…
Because this mental disorder…
May affect his brain…
But nothing can ever hurt him…
When he’s in her arms again…

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