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

Mermaids…

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Holding on to that moment…
Where everything was so calm…

Floating on the ocean breeze…
Far away from any harm…

Chasing double rainbows…
And searching for Mermaids…

Hoping they drag him under…
Seducing him under the waves…

Where demons cannot find him…
And his tormentors have no power…

Where dark spells are impotent…
Even in the midnight hour…

And his soul can be healed…
Given some time and space…

To be able to forgive himself…
Instead of languishing in disgrace…

At all the thoughts and deeds…
That weigh heavy on his mind…

From the insanity of distraction…
To words spoken, so very unkind…

Removing all the dark images…
That constantly flood his head…

And just for one single moment…
Be able to forgive and to forget…

But Mermaids cannot save him…
The Mermaids don’t fucking exist…

They don’t appear in reality…
Unlike the painful scar on his wrist…

As the power of his demons…
Are too much to overcome…

When even in that calm moment…
He fears that the Devil has won…

As it’s too late to find redemption…
And too late to turn back now…

Because even if he wanted to…
He simply wouldn’t know how…

But sealed inside that moment…
It’s so peaceful and so calm…

Where reality is so far away…
And he’s protected from any harm…

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“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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“Since I’ve been with you, I’ve been lost”…

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She wants more than his words…
Not just the things he writes…

She wants him with her every day…
And wants to hold him every night…

She wants to bite his lip…
As she’s bored of being his muse…

In world that’s only make believe…
Designed simply to confuse…

Because she has an aching need…
That comes from deep within…

Where she’s desperate for his fingers…
To gently explore her skin…

She needs to feel his naked body…
And hold him so damn close…

Be more than just his fantasy…
Haunted by his fucking ghosts…

That leave her sadly standing…
Crying and so very much alone…

And feeling so much colder…
Even in her own sweet home…

Where she sits and wonders…
What else she could ever do…

To convince him to love her…
And make her dreams come true…

To break all of the rules…
Help her escape from reality…

Which has her locked in chains…
And fucks with her sanity…

Keeping her a prisoner of life…
Only free within her dreams…

Where he is making love to her…
Giving her such orgasmic screams…

Before slipping into a deep slumber…
Safe inside his loving arms…

That wrap around her naked body…
And keep her safe from harm…

As she’s sick of reading words…
Now hates the things he writes…

That once held her captivated…
But now haunt her every night…

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“I can’t stand to see, you look at me in that way”…

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I know all is lost…
I know you are gone…

I know what I did…
I know I was wrong…

I made a mistake…
I abused all your trust…

I destroyed what we had…
I feel only disgust…

I have no excuses…
I just can’t explain…

I can’t make this right…
I can’t ease your pain…

I can’t change the past…
I can’t press reset…

I play it over and over…
I’m filled with regret…

I can no longer sleep…
I can’t seem to cope…

I’ve no way forward…
I’m lost in the smoke…

I’m not asking for pity…
I don’t want sympathy…

I just need you to know…
I wasn’t the real me…

I projected my anger…
I’m responsible for the act…

I wish I could rewind…
I wish I could go back…

I never meant to hurt you…
I never meant to cause harm…

I just wanted you to listen…
I needed to raise the alarm…

I couldn’t find the words…
I couldn’t articulate…

I didn’t think about it…
I acted in such haste…

I let my fists speak…
I broke all the rules…

Eye made you cry…
I’m such a fool…

I am sorry…

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“Sweet dreams are made of these”…

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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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“Are you the one that I’ve been waiting for”…

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His world was dark…
He dragged them in…

Seduced so many minds…
Introduced them to sin…

Showed them things…
No one else sees…

Showed them a world…
Not based in reality…

A life that existed…
Only inside his head…

A place of insanity…
Of fear and of dread…

With flashes of charm…
That kept them intrigued…

Weaving a dark spell…
That dazzled and deceived…

Leaving them spellbound…
Blindly following their hearts…

But he sucked out their souls…
And he ripped them apart…

Leaving them broken…
So cold and so alone…

He destroyed their worlds…
He destroyed so many homes…

Then quickly moved on…
Forgetting their names…

Erasing the memories…
Denying any shame…

Wandering through the night…
In search of distraction…

He prowled the shadows…
Looking for more action…

Then one night he met…
The most beautiful vixen…

Whose stunning eyes…
Defied any description…

Falling head over heels…
He never felt Karma’s knife…

She stole his heart…
And she destroyed his life…

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“Everyone I know, goes away in the end”…

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Switching it all off…
Trying to zone out…

My head’s full of trouble…
My mind’s full of doubt…

In need of something…
To remove this pain…

Release the burden…
And ease the strain…

As I’m falling deeper…
And sinking so fast…

You promised to help…
But your promises don’t last…

You walked away…
Not feeling a thing…

On the cliff edge…
You left me hanging…

Ignoring my words…
And numb to it all…

Your callous heart…
Doesn’t care if I fall…

As your ears don’t listen…
Your eyes don’t see…

You were never focused…
On my desperate plea…

We were friends forever…
Until it got rough…

A fair-weather friend…
Once it got tough…

You followed the path…
Of least resistance…

Only caring about…
Your own fucking existence…

Leaving me drowning…
In this pool of self-pity…

Cold and all alone…
In such a heartless city…

Searching for something…
To take my pain away…

And wondering if these pills…
Will be the easy pathway…

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“If a child, a child cries would you not forgive them”…

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Tuesday’s child…
Was mild and meek…

Had a sweet voice…
But dare not speak…

In fear of being…
Pushed away…

Or being punished…
Fading to grey…

Trying to avoid…
That cruel back hand…

Which demanded obedience…
And burned like a brand…

To be seen not heard…
Were words to live by…

Survival of the fittest…
“Eye Will Not Cry”…

Dodging verbal bullets…
Living with the abuse…

Never getting it right…
Covering each bruise…

Counting down the hours…
Waiting for the day…

That escape to freedom…
Would finally pave the way…

To a new existence…
One without any fear…

One without the pain…
One without the sneers…

That kept on coming…
No matter right or wrong…

As each furious beating…
Dispelled the need to belong…

Until the day it happened…
The abuse became too much…

A desire for self-preservation…
Led to a retaliatory punch…

The abuser losing footing…
Falling down the stairs…

And the key to freedom…
Was contained in a lifeless stare…

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“And now she’s in me, always with me”…

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He’s no longer sure…
If he liked you that much…

He no longer craves…
The warmth of your touch…

The spark has died…
And there is little else left…

What once existed…
Has been laid to rest…

Leaving you a stranger…
No longer part of his dreams…

Like a bit part actress…
That’s seldom on screen…

And stood on the outside…
You’re now looking in…

Wondering how this happened…
Much to your chagrin…

As there was a time…
When he worshiped you…

He believed your lies…
Prayed they were true…

And connected so deep…
You shook his very soul…

Sending his moral compass…
Spinning out of control…

He became your puppet…
The mistress’s servant…

He’d do anything for you…
Even if you didn’t deserve it…

But you turned on him…
Like a vampire craving blood…

You drained his emotions…
Whilst feasting on the flood…

Leaving him searching…
For the sanctuary of shadows…

A hole in the darkness…
Where only he knows…

A place he could think…
Allow his mind to clearly see…

And it granted him freedom…
From your constant misery…

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