Wizard of Oz…

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I’m floating above…
And I’m reaching beyond…
I’m the Wizard of Oz…
And all that belongs…

To you…

Belongs to me…
Open your eyes and see…
How it’s so fucking easy…

Behind my velvet curtain…
Through the smoke and mirrors…
The old art of distraction…
The chains that bind; your painful reaction…

As my anger fires…
Your humble soul expires…
My electricity, lighting up the wires…

I treat you mean…
Like Steve McQueen…
And it keeps you so very keen…

I’m the Wizard of Oz…
I can be cruel “just because”…
I’m the Wizard of Oz…

And you…

You belong to me…
Don’t you fucking see…

You’re under my spell…
Trapped in this vacuous hell…
The spot where you fell…

At my feet…

Devil and Angel would finally meet…
So simple…
So humble…
So innocent and sweet…
But you burnt up in my heat…

Wilted in the presence…
Of the Wizard of Oz…

Because…
Because…
Because…

You’re my prisoner by choice…
Not permitted to raise your voice…

You’re under my spell…
Enchanted by this Infidel…
The lies that I tell…

The stories I weave…
The way I mislead…

I’m the Wizard of Oz…

I’m injecting your dreams…
Applying my posion so liberally…

I’m infecting your visions…
As you sleep so peacefully…

Making you so god damn hungry…

But only for me…

Your heart is swollen…
Your pure soul is stolen…

And in death we shall be…
Entwined for all eternity…

Together forever…

Yet still together alone…
I’ll never rest under stone…

As I’m the Wizard of Oz…

Flying above and beyond…

My red hand holding wilted roses…
Pockets filled with dead posies…

A cheating heart and a broken soul…
But always, always remaining in control…

Always breaking my promises…

To you…

And to us…

As I’m the Wizard of Oz…

Because…
Because…
Because…

I can…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song :”Red Right Hand” by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

White Lies…

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Carrying the secret…
Deep down inside…

Trying to keep hidden…
The reason she lied…

Straight to his face…
Looking deep into his eyes…

And without hesitation…
Every word was a lie…

That tried to cover up…
What she had done…

Not prepared to admit…
The dark sinful fun…

That lingers inside…
And preys on her mind…

The sex filled encounter…
Which helped her unwind…

And forget all about…
Her world of stress…

As she kissed his mouth…
And slipped off her dress…

Allowing him access…
To all that she had…

And up against the wall…
She knew it was mad…

But inside she knows…
That this was insane…

Yet she has to carry on…
Living with the shame…

Tormented by flashbacks…
That distort real life…

As she plays the part…
Of the dutiful wife…

To the one she loves…
With no intention to leave…

But his cold, distant touch…
Drove her to deceive…

And leave her looking…
For the next chance…

To find another escape…
And another lustful dance…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Whilte Lies” By Paolo Nutini

Bewitched…

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Time was a standstill…
Almost everything was blurred…

The music filled his senses…
As he focused in on her…

Her movement in the darkness…
Simply took his breath away…

And he knew in that heartbeat…
He would lead this girl astray…

He gravitated towards her…
And entered into her world…

She loved all his attention…
She hung on his every word…

Bewitching her with his charm…
He cast a spell over her eyes…

Her moral compass got lost…
As he filled her ears with lies…

And invited her on a journey…
Into a darkened night of sin…

Made her forget everything she knew…
As his tongue poisoned her within…

Whilst lighting up her view…
With an electricity unsurpassed…

He created such an energy…
She gave biting kisses that last…

They danced through the hours…
And into mornings early light…

Until he whispered in her ear…
Words so wrong, yet so right…

Then leading by the hand…
He began to assume control…

And upon finding dark seclusion…
He set about removing her soul…

Quickly and so very carefully…
The girl never stood a chance…

As he stole her final breath…
In a heightened sexual dance…

Before leaving her cold and staring…
With lifeless eyes transfixed…

One more unsuspecting victim…
Added to his now growing list…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Loop De Li” by Bryan Ferry

Damaged…

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I wonder what she thinks about…
When gazing up at the night sky…

A million burning shooting stars…
Wrapped up inside her bitter lies…

I wonder about her thought process…
How she appears constantly scheming…

Managing to construct her world…
Without conscience and without feeling…

Weaving her way through this life…
Where her acid words cause corrosion…

Forever dropping hand grenades…
Then getting high on the explosion…

Before moving onto her next victim…
With a simple grace and ease…

Knowing what fate awaits them…
Knowing she’ll never have to please…

Anyone but her own selfish self…
And doing whatever her ego needs…

To fuel and feel better about herself…
Whilst ignoring others saddened pleas…

I wonder if she sees the damage…
Realises the impact of her actions…

Or if she’s innocent and ignorant…
To other people’s horrified reactions…

Where she walks round so oblivious…
And if she was ever shown the light…

She would feel so physically sick…
She would fight to make things right…

Yet seemingly choosing the other path…
For nothing more than simple kicks…

Ripping apart those broken souls…
Who will never heal and never fix…

Perhaps it stems from childhood…
Forcing her to carry so much baggage…

As I’ve never seen such a vicious bitch…
I’ve never seen eyes look so damaged…

And as I stand and gaze upon her…
I know the truth of what lies within…

Yet there is just something that captivates…
Drawing me deeper into her web of sin…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “To Be Alone” by Hozier

Dancing…

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As the beat immerses her soul…
She glides onto the dance floor…

It’s such a perfect disguise…
Like a drug, she craves more…

No one out there knows her…
She’s got total anonymity…

As the music infects her mind…
It’s the only place that she’s free…

It’s her space and her distraction…
When life gets too much to take…

And she needs to forget about them…
All the pain and all the heartache…

The trouble that they caused her…
And all that went before…

The way they gave her bruises…
Some mental and so much more…

They’ve left so many scars…
And such bitter memories…

She can’t escape the nightmares…
But whilst dancing, no one sees…

They only feast upon a sexual vision…
This goddess moving in the dark…

As her stunning body twists and turns…
They’re simply entranced by her spark…

But she chooses not see them…
Lost in a perfect moment of joy…

This is her total and utter escape…
A place no one on Earth can destroy…

It’s a place of pure isolation…
Like a desert island in the sea…

She will just keep on dancing…
Till sunrise brings stark reality…

It gives her space to focus…
Time to plot some form of revenge…

She swears one day they’ll suffer…
Her heart’s destruction she’ll avenge…

As the beat infects her soul…
She plots murder on the dance floor…

One day this picture of elegance…
Will become a Siren, calling ships to shore…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “You can dance” by Bryan Ferry

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

Desire…

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The time…
The place…
The chosen location…

The hotel…
The bar…
The secret liaison…

*

The drinking…
The flirting…
The meeting of minds…

The room…
The blindfold…
The ties that bind…

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The longing…
The wanting…
The lack of conversation…

The holding…
The kissing…
The electrified sensations…

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The touching…
The stroking…
The whisper and the moans…

The trusting…
The giving…
The heightened sexual zone…

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The licking…
The sucking…
The taste of Hell’s fire…

The lusting…
The fucking…
The room spins with desire…

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The senses…
The sensual…
The utter giving in…

The Devil…
The Demons…
The climax full of sin…

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The seconds…
The minutes…
The time just flashes by…

The daylight…
The morning…
The unspoken goodbyes…

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The guilt…
The shame…
The moment of regret…

The memories…
The flashbacks…
The reluctance to forget…

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The message…
The apology…
The dreaded parting words…

The acceptance…
The sadness…
The ending of the world…

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The dreams…
The nightmares…
The always wanting more…

The danger…
The excitement…
The chance of an encore…

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The time…
The place…
The secret liaison…

The wrong…
The right…
The recurring temptation…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Ring Of Fire” covered by Lera Lynn

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Watching…

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She’s alone on the stage…
Dancing for money…

A cheap black wig…
With eyes like honey…

Attracting his gaze…
Like pollen does a bee…

She’s sucking him in…
Reinforcing his fantasy…

Look but don’t touch…
Her body is sanctified…

As she twists and turns…
She leaves him mesmerised…

Dancing to the beat…
In a dimly lit room…

She loves the attention…
He longs for a bedroom…

Where he’d tie her down…
And fulfil all his dreams…

Taking masterful control…
Making her moan and scream…

Just like in the movies…
That he watches all alone…

Where anything can happen…
Right there in his own home…

Watching the kind of women…
Who would never say no…

Those fantasy fallen angels…
Who’ve discarded their halo…

And they beg to be taken…
Desperate to please their man…

So submissive and willing…
Under his strong command…

And as the dancing continues…
The beat gets much faster…

The lust inside him rises…
The beast becoming the master…

And with the seed now planted…
He slowly leaves the room…

Knows she’ll get what’s coming…
In the shadow of the blue moon…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song :”Every Breath You Take”

Sung by The Police

“Guaranteed to blow your mind”…

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She’d stumbled through life…
With her eyes sealed shut…

A mind that was closed…
Her heart stuck in a rut…

Her life was mapped out…
She slept walked each day…

Followed the daily routine…
In her own habitual way…

Then one day it changed…
It came out of the blue…

As whilst she wasn’t looking…
A demon came into view…

With charming brown eyes…
And such devilish desire…

Carrying lust on his shoulder…
He was fuelled with a fire…

That caught her off guard…
Took her completely by surprise…

And she felt herself falling…
Became ensnared in the lies…

As she entered a dark realm…
Alien to all that she knew…

The Devil’s own playground…
Where she viewed life anew…

And through unsealed eyes…
She was held under its sway…

She witnessed such power…
Was entranced by the display…

As she descended from high…
Her halo slipped and fell…

She deceived those closest…
Embarked on a path to Hell…

Without any real thought…
And without any hesitation…

She embraced a life unknown…
Getting high on the temptation…

Now she meets up with strangers…
For rendezvous with no strings…

Selling nights of sinful pleasure…
To the elite and to the kings…

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“He only wants to get you out of your mind”…

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The drink in her hand…
Her back against the wall…

He pins her so robustly…
Her defences quickly fall…

Her head feels so light…
Her world begins to spin…

Her legs turn to jelly…
As she breathes him all in…

She knows it’s not right…
But doesn’t really care…

She wants him to touch her…
And undo her underwear…

Whilst taking her to places…
That she has seldom been…

Where the Devil takes over…
And fills her soul with sin…

She needs him inside her…
Right here and right now…

She lets him have control…
But wants to show him how…

How much she wants him…
And how deeply she yearns…

To let out her bad side…
Show him tricks she’s learnt…

As she’s no longer an angel …
Peeled off those goddamn wings…

Removed that fucking halo…
All the rules that it brings…

And in this sinful moment…
Without any form of regret…

She’s turned to the dark side…
And hasn’t finished yet…

As it’s a thrill she longs for…
An addiction she can’t beat…

In high heels and stockings…
Against the cold, hard concrete…

And with the drink in her hand…
She forgets for just one moment…

The nightmare of her reality…
And her ongoing inner torment…

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