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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“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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“And the eyes in his head, see the world spinning round”…

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You think I don’t know…

Think my eyes can’t see…

But this EYE sees it all…

When you play hide and seek…

I know when you’re looking…

My eyes are not blind…

This EYE can see you…

You’re so easy to find…

You must think I am stupid…

And take me for a fool…

I listen as you protest…

But just keep my cool…

Finding it hard to trust you…

Whilst you easily deceive…

Making it harder and harder…

To keep going or believe…

So I read between the lines…

Watch the signs as you lie…

Reading the hidden secrets…

Your body language supplies…

The things you won’t admit…

The words your lips don’t say…

It wasn’t always like this…

I remember those simple days…

When things felt less complicated…

Within a complex web of deceit…

And walls had not been constructed…

Out of cement and solid concreate…

But life is seldom straightforward…

It loves to fuck, twist and turn…

And now you sit there watching…

As my candle melts and burns…

Thinking I don’t notice you…

And that you are never seen…

Believing you are invisible…

But things are not as they seem…

So don’t think I don’t know…

Don’t think my eyes can’t see…

Because this EYE sees it all…

When you play hide and seek…

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“There is a girl I used to know”…

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She was the exception…
She broke all your rules…

That tiny fallen angel…
With a tendency to bruise…

Who had unrivalled beauty…
With the brains to match…

You should have stayed away…
Should have only watched…

Keeping a safe distance…
Instead you grew too close…

And in the lingering shadows…
You were hit by Lust’s arrows…

As her smile lit up the darkness…
And her eyes just hypnotised…

You fell hook, line and sinker…
Bought into Lust’s sweet lies…

She cast a spell upon you…
Made you think it was all true…

And you fell so fucking deeply…
Into an ocean of neon blue…

That felt so warm and safe…
Where mermaids swam silently…

Your heart was bound and captured…
Your eyes too blind to see…

Becoming locked in limbo…
In between the dark and light…

A place you couldn’t escape from…
And it haunted you at night…

Where it all seemed so perfect…
And the beast was not a fool…

Where there was no need…
To act so fucking cool…

Like a poor man’s James Dean…
A rebel without a cause…

You ignored the true reality…
Overlooked all of your flaws…

And it always ends the same…
But even though it’s far behind…

Those moments that you shared…
Still weigh heavy on your mind…

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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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“Lately, words are missing from now on”…

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Immersed in the silence…

Standing high above…

Away from all the chaos…

With the view of a dove…

Looking down upon them…

Invisible to them all…

The only time they’ll notice…

Is when the ground halts her fall…

She doesn’t know how she got here…

Her day has been a blur…

But the voices keep on talking…

And she’s no strength left to defer…

As this moment has been coming…

She’s grown darker by the day…

Her demons kept tormenting…

Her depression wouldn’t go away…

She’s been looking for an answer…

She’s been praying for a sign…

An end to her inner turmoil…

By some heavenly design…

But the gods have not listened…

Despite all the preachers lies…

Leaving her no other option…

But to sever all her ties…

And as she stands there gazing….

At what lies far below…

She thinks of her family…

Who just didn’t want to know…

The friends who didn’t notice…

And never heard her pleas…

Whist the voices in her head…

Finally forced her to her knees…

To this point of no return…

A place of darkness and despair…

Where her life has no meaning…

Amongst a pile of unanswered prayers…

Leaving only pain and anger…

Pushing her closer to the edge…

And in a desperate bid for freedom…

She steps off the ledge…

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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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“I dug some graves, you’ll never find”…

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The years passed by…
But the memories are fresh…

Of seeing her body…
Wrapped in that dress…

A dancing vision…
With haunting eyes…

His view was drawn…
To her hold up thighs…

And in that moment…
His mind was blown…

The plan was set…
The seeds were sown…

She danced for pleasure…
And danced for fun…

But his cold black heart…
Knew she was the one…

She’d be his first…
But not the last…

As in that moment…
The die was cast…

An overwhelming desire…
To assume full control…

He knew he would steal…
Her pure white soul…

He followed her home…
And forced her inside…

Held her hostage…
As she cried, all tied…

He kissed her cheek…
And made her beg…

He had his way…
On her freshly made bed…

When he took her life…
Stole her final breath…

It was so very powerful…
He will never forget…

A feeling he chases…
Each and every day…

Now serial killer…
Seeking out his next prey…

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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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