The Words…

Is it fair to be…
In love with her…
When she doesn’t care…
Or even notice me…
To carry so much…
When she gives so little…
Always staring through me…
Her touch forever eluding me…
So I suffer in silence…
In anguish and pain…
And watch her face twist at…
The mention of my name…
Blessed with such beauty…
Grace, which I admire quietly…
Hiding my beastly face…
Wishing I could be braver…
Should I chase her affections…
Profess my love out loud…
Would she fall utterly spellbound…
From her untouchable cloud…
And into my protecting arms…
For everyone around to see…
That the one out of reach…
Would even so much as…
More than just look through me…
If she felt all this pain…
And saw through my eyes…
Just how much I feel for her…
She’d react with shock and surprise…
Unrequited, I know it’s unwanted…
I know that this is wrong…
And my heart wasn’t invited…
Yet this is so fucking unfair…
She will never be mine…
I’ll never fully taste those lips…
Under the sinner’s moonlight…
Or dance with her past midnight…
Or take to places she’s never seen…
Her on my arm, like a fairy-tale Queen…
So much better kept to myself…
Try not to let her, or anyone else…
In on my secret, that’s locked away…
Until the time feels right and I can say…
Aloud, or whisper these words in her ear…
Without fear of being damned…
Or being dismissed out of hand…
Is it really fair to be…
In love with her, totally…
When she doesn’t care…
Or even notice me…

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Love Song” Sung by Elton John

“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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“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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“And dreams hang in the air”…

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Look inside your memory…
None of this is real…

All you think you know…
See or touch and feel…

Everything’s a mirage…
To deflect what’s going on…

Life is one big film set…
You’re a lyric in its song…

All that is around you…
Is just one big illusion…

“They” rely on compliance…
And thrive on your confusion…

Step back; you can see it…
And try to break through…

Escape from all those chains…
And you’ll witness life anew…

It’s not what you thought…
Or how you once believed…

All that has been taught…
Is how “They” have deceived…

We work for the rich men…
Who laugh at the poor…

If you think there is equality…
You need to reveal more…

And understand what’s going on…
Outside your buried head…

Because people are so wicked…
And won’t care when you’re dead…

Start to ask some questions…
Don’t stop; just keep on probing…

Once you’ve got your foot in….
The door of truth keeps opening…

Allowing you to dig a little deeper…
Scratch the surface of your life…

It’s a place filled with misery…
Tears and death and strife…

A place where all innocence…
Is cruelly ripped away…

A place where no one notices…
The beauty of a dawning day…

A place where liberty in death…
Is the only one true freedom…

One thing we can all agree…
This is no Garden of Eden…

It’s time to stop the dreaming…
See things for what they are…

They call this “Hell on Earth”…
That’s more truth than lie by far…

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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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“But half of me, deserves everything he gets”…

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He’s found a way to live…
Devoid of all emotion…

A simple trick of the mind…
Sets the wheels in motion…

Locking it all away…
Preventing any tears…

That would flood his eyes…
If he remembered all the years…

The good times and the bad…
All his stupid mistakes…

On the road that he has travelled…
The decisions that he’s made…

In the search of some distraction…
Whilst hiding in plain sight…

But distorting his reality…
Under cover of the night…

Where he becomes another…
Assumes that personality…

The one that he keeps hidden…
So no one else can see…

Like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde…
At the flick of a switch…

Sees a quick transformation…
Like a spell cast by a witch…

Turning to the dark side…
Tuning into evil thoughts…

Listening to the demons…
Forgetting all he’s been taught…

And living in the shadows…
Searching for like minds…

Those who understand him…
Not judging what they find…

But then he forgets it all…
In the light of the morning sun…

Pretends it never happened…
And moves on, starts to run…

Like a scared little child…
A boy just like Peter Pan…

Who never really grew up…
Or understood life’s plan…

Trapped in a prison…
His own private cell…

He can never escape it…
Some days it feels like Hell…

So he’s now found a way…
To live without emotion…

It’s how he exists…
It’s the path he has chosen…

~

 

“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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“All the things, come back to you”…

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The Angel’s decent, strangely began…
In a random encounter with a Chinese man…

Who spoke quietly, all about his life…
The trauma, the troubles and all his strife…

About how he fought for everything…
Before he taught his soul to sing…

Steven Tyler sang as she went on her way…
“Dream on” were the words she heard him say…

“All the things, come back to you”…
Was the warning in this surreal tune…

But the Angel didn’t listen to that warning…
Her course was set until the morning…

And with the wind beginning to build…
The night air was becoming strangely filled…

With the scent of something so unknown…
And into turmoil she was utterly thrown…

As the eyes of a Demon came into view…
It was one of those moments that feels so true…

Burns down to the core of your very soul…
The spine-tingling moment you lose control…

She looked at him and he stared at her…
For just one second she would honestly swear…

There was a point of connected clarity…
And from that moment, she could not see…

Blind and powerless he led the dance…
She began floating in a half dazed trance…

Wandering down life’s darkened street…
And in an instant she felt the heat…

Of Hell’s burning flames calling out…
As her head was filled with thoughts of doubt…

But the Demon was much too strong…
She became enchanted by his sweet songs…

He held her in his powerful sway…
Through winding streets and alley ways…

He intoxicated the rain filled air…
Yet by his side, she just didn’t care…

The Demon tempted and pointed to drink…
As she began to fall, she began to sink…

The world she knew just melted away…
Reality blurred, with no hint of dismay…

As fallen Angels began setting their traps…
Under the cold moonlight, she collapsed…

And became a different version or three…
The kind she’d never let the real world see…

Jumping from one planet onto another…
It was only then that she discovered…

Something so different, something so refined…
And in a stolen moment, lips intertwined…

As the world around faded from view…
She forgot everything she thought she knew…

And whilst Hell’s fire burned bright and Red…
The Demon invited her into his bed…

But at the point of no return…
As the Devil danced and the flames did burn…

The Chinese man once again appeared…
This time older, with a Grey beard…

Said “Wait, it’s not too late,
Don’t give in and become this Demon’s first mate.
All is not as it seems,
Free yourself from this Demon’s dream”…

The words struck deep into her heart…
And she & the Demon, did reluctantly part…

When she awoke to face the new day…
She lay there wondering what to say…

It had felt like the most vivid dream…
And she let out the most silent scream…

Her soul now scarred and ripped forever…
But with little remorse as she ascended to Heaven…

The Chinese man never again returned…
But his words carried deep into her soul and burned…

Now Steven Tyler keeps singing his haunting song…
Whilst the Demon sits in Hell, where he belongs…

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