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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“You are who, who you are”…

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Accept your hands are tied…

Accept this is your fate…

Accept that this is it…

Accept that it’s too late…

Accept it’s who you are…

Accept this is your life…

Accept the good, accept the bad…

Accept the double edged knife…

Accept the crazy situations…

Accept whatever comes along…

Accept life’s song is out of tune…

Accept that you’re so very wrong…

Accept you make mistakes…

Accept you’re far from perfect…

Accept no good will come of this…

Accept it will end in regret…

Accept there is no escape…

Accept you’re not in control…

Accept this is a problem…

Accept you’ve sold your soul…

Accept life’s one long story…

Accept it’s no fairy tale…

Accept the twists, accept the turns…

Accept you’ll sometimes fail…

Accept those who need you…

Accept they’re fucked up too…

Accept their stories never add up…

Accept that nothings really true…

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Deny the truth to others…

Deny whatever they may say…

Deny all those accusations…

Deny them till your dying day…

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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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“She’ll come slowly rising, on the air”…

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She found the letter…
And read the words…

She fell to the ground…
Her cry scattered the birds…

She laid there in shock…
Just couldn’t take it all in…

She didn’t know what to do…
Didn’t know where to begin…

She was enveloped in sadness…
Became shrouded in black…

She couldn’t ever accept…
He was never coming back…

She became so isolated…
Felt so goddamned trapped…

She was blinded by the pain…
Knew she would never adapt…

She loved him so much…
But felt so empty inside…

She craved his smell…
Needed his hand to guide…

She felt so alone…
Like life had no meaning…

She became a shadow…
Only seen in the evening…

She could not see…
Knew the silence would last…

She couldn’t move on…
Was entombed in the past…

She had believed in forever…
And dreamt of growing old…

She could not cope…
As depression took hold…

She lost the will to live…
And decided to get out…

She swallowed the pills…
Without hesitation or doubt…

Then she found him again…
As he sat waiting for her…

The couple finally reunited…
In Death’s cold, hazy blur…

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“Hear my words that I might teach you”…

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There’s no way you can kill me…
Because I’m already dead…

A ghostly flicker of a shadow…
Who resides within your head…

Only you can see me…
No one else can ever hear…

I’m your soul’s companion…
The one that you should fear…

I know what you are thinking…
I see what your evil eye sees…

I plant the thoughts into your mind…
All your actions are down to me…

I made you do the bad things…
I let you do all that was good…

And when it came to the evil…
I was the spark on the firewood…

I’m the unseen puppet master…
Controlling all that I choose…

If you ever tried to break free…
You know what you would lose…

All you have to do is obey…
Follow each and every command…

I’ll guide you at the crossroads…
Navigate you through the sinking sands…

But the moment that you cross me…
The minute you try to ignore…

I’ll drag you to a tormented Hell…
And you’ll regret forever more…

So don’t even think about it…
Just do exactly as you’re told…

Accept we’re in this together…
And count the lives we’ve stole…

As you can’t fucking kill me…
I reside within your head…

One day you will silence me…
But not before you’re dead…

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“There’s nothing safe, about this life”…

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Death’s cold hand,
reaches out again…

Leaving behind misery,
desolation and pain…

A stark reminder,
of how fragile we are…

Here for a moment,
on a journey to the stars…

As the mortal coil,
is forever unwinding…

This life is for living,
yet we are dying…

By day and by night,
we ignore and pretend…

Whilst we edge closer,
to the bittter end…

Knowing that Death,
is always inches away…

We could dodge for years,
or we could go today…

And at that moment,
when we stop breathing…

When we are shown,
the footage of our deceiving…

Those final flashbacks,
like the movie edits…

All of the sins and
all of our regrets…

We’ll finally understand,
just what was planted…

The gift of our life,
we took for granted…

As we arrogantly wandered,
persistently distracting…

With delusions of grandeur,
whilst seldom respecting…

The power of Death and
all that he brings…

Until it’s too late and
the Angel choir sings…

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“They say I’m mental, but I’ve been abused”…

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He walked up the steps…
And stumbled inside…

Into the room at the top…
Where the memory resides…

Of his pure innocence…
Cruelly ripped away…

On a dark summer night…
After a long hot day…

It’d started so brightly…
Filled with endless love…

No hint of the evil…
Descending from above…

In that room as he slept…
And was quietly woken…

Subjected to such horrors…
That left him just broken…

Unable to speak…
And unable to smile…

It scarred him forever…
His soul in exile…

Never spoken about since…
Kept in secret & silence…

In fear that speaking out…
May lead to violence…

So it was locked away…
In a box labelled shame…

Forgetting the horror…
Never speaking its name…

Moving on with his life…
Smoothing out its creases…

Trying to live with it…
And pick up the pieces…

But now he is back…
After all those years…

Stood in that room…
Holding back the tears…

With a knife in his hand…
It’s time to submit…

Switch off his pain…
And finally end it…

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“I’ve looked at life, from both sides now”…

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She’s been to dark places…
Where the sun never shines…

And the sky is covered over…
By the blackness in her mind…

She’s enjoyed evil thoughts…
Matched by her actions…

She’s hurt those around…
Whilst seeking some distraction…

She’s a version of another…
The person no one else sees…

Like a stealthy secret agent…
A double life she leads…

Taking risks with her life…
Gently loving, yet deceiving…

In the search of something…
To keep her believing…

That there is more to life…
That a truth will be found…

To assist her find the peace…
So she can sleep sound…

And switch off the visions…
That race through her head…

And mute all the voices…
Wishing she’d not said…

Words of bitter cruelty…
The words of pure hate…

Words she can’t take back…
And that didn’t translate…

Into how she’s feeling…
Because she can’t articulate…

The pain that surrounds her…
She fears it’s much too late…

To resolve this situation…
Or ever reclaim her soul…

That’s inked with her crimes…
Now out of all control…

As she sits in dark places…
Where the sun never shines…

And the sky is covered over…
By the black clouds in her mind…

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“She was, an American girl”…

Wishing all my American readers a very Happy Fourth of July…

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The electrical storm…
Raged high overhead…

Deep in the night…
As she lay in her bed…

Piercing the darkness…
Lighting up the sky…

Like a firework display…
On the Fourth of July…

Her dreams in tatters…
Something had died…

There was nothing left…
Behind tear-stained eyes…

Just a wall of silence…
And a vast black void…

A haunting reminder…
Of what she destroyed…

As her venomous tongue…
Fired arrows, sharp & twisted…

She lost all control…
But as the red mist lifted…

She realised the hurt…
And saw all his wounds…

But was unable to recover…
Knew they were doomed…

Destroying any trust…
That had once flourished…

Broke his kind heart…
That she once cherished…

And pushed him away…
Built so many walls…

Till he finally craved solitude…
Time away from it all…

As he’d forgiven so much…
So many of her mistakes…

But this time was different…
And he had to escape…

So he left in the rain…
Running far, far away…

Leaving her broken…
Filled with regret & dismay…

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