The Transformation…

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His words were always…
Lost in translation…

She would smile sweetly…
But it was no consolation…

She understood little…
Much to his frustration…

But when their eyes met…
He felt the transformation…

As a lightning bolt hit…
That defied all explanation…

Like star crossed lovers…
From different constellations…

A fantasy come true…
The feeling of pure exhilaration…

From the very first moment…
And very first flirtation…

Where innocence was lost…
When under interrogation…

Driven by Lust’s power…
And the thrill of temptation…

Which blinded their morals…
And erased their education…

Pure souls slowly becoming…
Solied with sinful contamination…

Walking down the path…
Towards eternal damnation…

And corrupted minds…
Shared unspoken conversation…

As he stood trembling beside her…
She felt his vibration…

When touching each other…
Lost in such infatuation…

But when it was all over…
Came a wave of aggravation…

As the spite and anger grew…
So did each painful accusation…

But time wandered on…
And in space for contemplation…

Blinded eyes were prised open…
Like a religious revelation…

His words are now always…
Filled with guarded hesitation…

As she looks right through him…
Freed from the chains of expectation…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Teardrop” by Massive Attack

Photography by Benoit Courti

You Fly…

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Tired, sore eyes…
A tear stained face…

A grieving body…
Feeling displaced…

Lost in a world…
That can’t understand…

Her spirit is broken…
She misses his hand…

Haunted by the ghost…
Memories of her man…

He was taken too soon…
This wasn’t the plan…

Now left all alone…
She’s failing to cope…

She’s losing the will…
She’s lost all hope…

Not able to sleep…
Feeling so depressed…

Leaving her floating…
In a state of distress…

Wishing that death…
Would visit again…

Reach out his cold hand…
Take away all her pain…

And be finally reunited…
With her soul mate…

High above the clouds…
At Heaven’s golden gates…

Where she knows he’ll wait…
Until the end of time…

For her to join him…
At the end of her climb…

Up the long stairway…
At her journeys end…

That peaceful moment…
When she will ascend…

But until that time…
Where she will be free…

Her life’s stuck in limbo…
Full of loneliness and misery…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “My Least Favorite Life” by Lera Lynn

Inner Torment…

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Not sure when it happened…
Not sure where it began

It’s blurred around the edges…
Out of focus and off plan

Yet it became embedded
Took root within my soul

In a moment of weakness
Spinning out of all control

My knees weak under strain…
My head not thinking straight

At the bottom of a bottle
When it was much too late…

To look at you objectively
To realise the impact

To withhold my affections…
And deny the clear facts

That in the quest for distraction…
You became something more

An unstoppable force
As clothes fell to the floor…

And morels got lost
Whilst limbs intertwined…

Stealing stolen kisses
As vodka mixed with wine…

And your face was imprinted…
Into my vulnerable mind

So each time that I dreamt
You’re the only one I’d find

Whispering so gently
Speaking forbidden words…

And haunting me daily
Within songs of the birds…

So I ignore all the nightmares…
Where ravens would attack

I embrace your verbal arrows
That would stab into my back

Because I burn with this passion…
And the thrill of this torment…

As this is never ending
There’s no halting my decent

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “#1 Crush” by Garbage

Pointless…

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What is the point….
What is the purpose…

Day after day…
This feels like a circus…

With minimal laughter…
But a host of clowns…

Life just drags on…
Little joy to be found…

Taking each small step…
In hopeless mental agony…

Beginning each tedious day…
Upon bended knee…

Feeling the pressure…
Buckling under the stain…

Where is the benefit…
Just what do we gain…

What is the mission…
And where is the plan…

Is this the result of Karma…
Or are we hit by the man…

Who sits upon high…
Carefully watching the world…

Spinning faster and faster…
Into a blue and green blur…

Enjoying our pain…
Smiling as we suffer…

As we cheat and we lie…
Try to kill one another…

With bombs and with knives…
A real and physical death…

Or with words and actions…
That mentally steal our breath…

Leaving us pleading…
Praying to versions of God…

That a saviour will come…
Jettison our escape pod…

But until that moment…
Life drags on and on…

And each distant sunset…
Initiates depression’s dark dawn…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Push the Sky Away” by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

Unspoken…

 

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There are things I never told you…
There are things I’d never say…

I kept them locked within me…
It has always been that way…

From the moment that I met you…
To the day that you walked out…

I built a wall around myself…
Constructed from self-doubt…

And that nagging little feeling…
That I was never good enough…

To match up to your expectations…
The standards set, so tough…

Which left me always wondering…
Why you accepted being with me…

And whenever I was close to you…
I always really struggled to see…

At the side of your true beauty…
What it was that caught your eye…

And forced you to stick by me…
As all those years went by…

From moments of high drama…
To flashes of pure ecstasy…

But even on the brighter days…
My inner demon would tease…

And that little voice inside me…
Would always strip away…

Any thoughts of true happiness…
Ruin any sunny and tranquil day…

And remind that your presence…
Was always more than I deserved…

Each moment that I treasured…
Weren’t really mine to be preserved…

And like a self-fulfilling prophecy…
Those cutting words became true…

Watching you walk out the door…
My soul simply withdrew…

Leaving me in a dark place…
Where I no longer really exist…

And words I now say to you…
Are so very easily dismissed…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Say Something” by A Great Big World

The Killer…

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Lost within his life’s direction…
He took the wrong train connection…
His destination is unknown…

His eyes survey the gathered crowd…
A quiet coach, no noise allowed…
He sees her sat alone…

Keeping her eyes on the book…
He was bewitched by just one look…
She’s chilled to the bone…

She doesn’t even know his name…
His evil crimes or hidden shame…
Or his heart that’s made of stone…

He’s craving her undivided attention…
She’s floating in an air of tension…
Into confusion she is thrown…

Trying to avoid his charming stare…
It could be fun, if she’d only dare…
Common sense on hold…

A spark of innocent conversation…
Ignites thoughts of dark temptation…
Her confidence has grown…

She begins flirting with her hair…
In his trap, she’s now been snared…
She plays with her phone…

Fallen for his devilish smile…
His journey becoming more worthwhile…
But time has quickly flown…

He leans in for a stolen kiss…
Her company he’ll never miss…
She’s lost in a twilight zone…

She never felt the sharpened blade…
With her life, she’s sadly paid…
His hand stifled her moan…

Quietly slumped in her bloody chair…
No one around noticed or even cares…
He plants a kiss on her cheekbone…

Another added to his list…
This serial killer in our midst…
The man who angels disown…

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Dead Man…

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He is waking up to…
A blood red sky…

He knows full well…
It’s the day he will die…

His last day on Earth…
And all that will bring…

Gazing out of a window…
His tears begin to sting…

A moment that’s been coming…
Since the verdict was heard…

The judge and the jury…
Unmoved and undeterred…

His defence well-constructed…
But crumbled under attack…

Those lies in his statements…
Stood out from the pack…

And the blood on his hands…
Became clear for all to see…

The thorough prosecution…
Unravelled the dark mystery…

Leaving him to face…
This last day all alone…

In a cage that is empty…
Which became his home…

Reliving the very moment…
That he stole her life…

A struggle in the darkness…
The flash of his sharp knife…

The sound that she made…
When she fell to the floor…

His feelings of elation…
His thirst hungry for more…

That surge of immortality…
Became the thrill of the chase…

Yet in the midst of over confidence…
The mask slipped from his face…

Now this day is upon him…
The sands of time have run out…

He no longer feels immortal…
He feels only fear and doubt…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Dead Man Walking” by Pearl Jam