“I’ll be what I am, solitary man”…

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She was good company…
For a very short while…

With her devilish looks…
And her demonic smile…
 
She was the only one…
That he ever let in…

She was so dangerous…
And laced with pure sin…
 
She was so alluring…
With an undeniable spark…

Encouraging rendezvous…
And secrets in the dark…
 
But all good things…
Must one day end…

And when she left…
He began to descend…
 
Now he sits solitary…
All his dreams destroyed…

Searching for something…
To fill the dark void…
 
Counting the bright stars…
High in the night sky…

Feeling so insignificant…
Always questioning why…
 
Looking for the answer…
Where no answer exists…

Between the Moon’s glow…
And the edge of the abyss…
 
Remembering the time…
She lit up his soul…

The moments of madness…
That they both stole…
 
But the heat of the moment…
Became the tears of regret…

Filled with a sadness…
That is hard to forget…
 
Leaving him rebuilding…
The walls she broke down…

Now he sits all alone…
Like a forgotten circus clown…

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“Je serai ce que je suis, homme solitaire”…

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Elle était de bonne compagnie…
Pour peu de temps…

Avec regards diaboliques…
Et sourire démoniaque…

Elle était la seule…
Qu’il laissa jamais entrer…

Elle était si dangereuse…
Et lacées de péché pur…

Elle était si séduisante…
Avec une étincelle indéniable…

Encouragant les rendez-vous…
Et les secrets dans l’obscurité…

Mais toutes les bonnes choses…
Doivent se terminer un jour…

Et quand elle est partie…
Il a commencé à descendre…

Et maintenant, il cherche…
Pour combler le vide sombre…

Cherchant quelque chose…
Pour combler les trous noirs…

Compter les étoiles brillantes…
Haut dans le ciel la nuit…

Se Sentant si insignifiant…
Se demandant toujours pourquoi…

Cherchant la réponse…
Où il n’existe pas de réponse…

Entre la lueur de la Lune…
Et le bord de l’abîme…

Se souvenir de l’époque…
Elle alluma son âme…

Les moments de folie…
Qu’ils ont tous les deux volé…

Mais les feux de l’action…
Sont devenus les larmes de regret…

Rempli d’une tristesse…
C’est difficile d’oublier…

Le laissant se reconstruire…
Les Murs qu’elle a brisé…

Maintenant, il y est assis tout seul…
Comme un clown de cirque oublié…

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“Holding on to nothing sacred”…

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The pain and the suffering…
In the valley of the lost…
All those missing people…
Who didn’t realise the cost…
The price that they paid…
For their sinful actions…
And totally underestimating…
The Gods reactions…

To what they had witnessed…
The performance in view…
It should never have been…
Now it’s too late to undo…
After what had taken place…
The calm following the storm…
Now the only ones left…
Are the broken and the torn…

Who managed to avoid…
The hole that was created…
Where others fell so deeply…
Thinking it was fated…
Feasting on the toxic…
Infecting souls and hearts…
That once were so pure…
But poisoned by evil’s darts…

Where did they go wrong…
When did it turn to hate…
Breaking away from the path…
No longer bound by fate…
Rebelling against the world…
Rising up against those Gods…
The twisted puppet masters…
Who rule with cast iron rods…

Quietly watching it all…
And showing their displeasure…
Compounding the lost with misery…
And hiding life’s little treasures…
Whilst feasting on the confusion…
And continually setting traps…
Always looking for an opportunity…
Never allowing them time to relax…

As they gaze upon them…
Looking down from great heights…
Never forgiving their actions…
Haunting their days and nights…
This is the pain and suffering…
Of the damned and of the lost…
Who simply didn’t listen…
And are now counting the cost…

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“I’m in the fire, but I’m still cold”…

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In a blood Red room

The little man danced…

All was now ready…

Nothing was left to chance…

As the giant warned…

It was happening again…

And the White haired man…

Was becoming insane…

As he looked into a mirror…

That reflected back the beast…

A demon’s eyes staring…

With it’s powers increased…

Such a force of pure evil…

Walking with the fire…

It infected this weak soul…

Driving a murderous desire…

That was forged in the forest…

Whilst flying with the Owls…

Stood wild and naked…

As the lone wolf howled…

Now possessed by this spirit…

He dances with the girl…

His next helpless victim…

He’ll soon remove her soul…

And dispose of the body…

In such a calculated way…

So nobody would suspect him…

Or the Devil they must slay…

But careless clues are given…

In dreams that keep on coming…

Each one revealing something…

And a song the beast is humming…

Will soon be his undoing…

And it’s true identity revealed…

Whilst letters under fingernails…

Will finally begin to yield…

The answers they are looking for…

In the dramatic final act…

When the demon is exorcized…

And this case is finally cracked…

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“Can you feel my heartbeat”…

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Bruises that exist everywhere…
Take time to ever recover…
Mental scars…
They appear like stars…
Within our head…
Like a poison we dread…
Open wounds that never heal…
Our life force “THEY” steal…
Was this part of the deal…
“THEY” never said…
Deceived us instead…
Smoke and fucking mirrors…
Never seeing past…
Those clever conceptual life traps…
And the bird that flaps…
Its wings…
The simple joy it brings…
When we hear it sing…
Yet the tears, they sting…
As they drip…
As reality takes a strong grip…
And holds on so very tight…
Like fucking thieves in the night…
“THEY” remove your soul…
The essence that makes you whole…
And steal your heart…
Taking it bit by bit…
Ever so slowly, ripping it apart…
It’s what “THEY” have done…
Since we were young…
It’s what “THEY” stole…
From you…

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“Tell me your dreams, am I in them?”…

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She lulled him into,

TRUTH
or
DARE…

With vixen eyes and
her devilish stare…

He wanted to prove,
he was man enough to play…

But was out of his depth and
she liked it that way…

She loved the fact,
she was in CONTROL

As she probed deep into,
his secret sinful soul…

Asking the questions,
that made him squirm…

She demanded answers and
was eager to learn…

About his dark past and
who he really was…

The things he’d seen,
it gave her such a buzz…

Unlocking the secrets,
he kept deep inside…

Things he never spoke of,
but to her, he’d confide…

And in those moments,
where TRUTH got too heavy…

She pushed him with DARES,
that turned his legs to jelly…

And delighted in leading him,
into darker places…

Exposing his lusting eyes,
to her flesh and her laces…

In games of temptation and
walks on the wild side…

Both peaked the arousal,
whilst hands were tied…

But lost in the excitement,
he would honestly swear…

He loved playing her games of,

TRUTH
or
DARE…

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“I can’t smile without you”…

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She sits all alone…

Remembering the days…

When she felt so safe…

Under his watchful gaze…

Locked in his arms…

Her knight and protector…

He was the only one…

Who made her life better…

And helped her make sense…

Of the world she lived in…

When she wanted to give up…

His words were “keep fighting“…

But since he left her…

It’s been hard to carry on…

Life feels so worthless…

And everything feels so wrong…

With eyes clouded by tears…

That leave their daily mark…

They flow down her face…

Extinguishing any spark…

Of the woman she remembers…

A long time ago…

When her life had a purpose…

And his love set her aglow…

Giving her the courage…

To be free within herself…

To lose all her inhibitions…

Leave her fears on the shelf…

But she sat and she watched…

As his life ebbed away…

Feeling so damn helpless…

Each and every cruel day…

Nothing she could do…

Could stop his cancerous pain…

It was out of her hands…

She was not to blame…

But now she sits all alone…

Not knowing how to move on…

She’s caught in his shadow…

He was her “Sine Qua Non”

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