The Damned…

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In the cold valley of the dead…
Where the moon refuses to rise…

The beaten and the damned…
Slowly walk, with lifeless eyes…

Carrying their sinful burden…
Weighed down by their crimes…

Committed in the knowledge…
That there would come a time…

Payment would be expected…
For the sullied lives they led…

And for each dark indiscretion…
A strand of soul would be shed…

Leading them to this silent place…
Where there is no form of mercy…

Where their devils and their demons…
Became jailers in this purgatory…

Injecting visions into their heads…
Replaying flashbacks of the past…

A constant and daily reminder…
A mental punishment that will last…

Ensuring the blood on their hands…
Will never wash clean in the river…

And permanently staining their sight…
So whenever they search in a mirror…

They witness the horror before them…
See the monsters they’ve become…

And in their descent into this evil…
Became property of the snakelike one…

Who must carry their deepest secrets…
Beyond earth’s unforgiving cold grave…

Understanding they are lost forever…
With no chance that someone will save…

As it was part of the deal they signed…
Which was then sealed by their actions…

And the small print in the contract…
Prevented any last ditch retraction…

From the cold valley of the damned…
Where the sinners will always rise…

Once their time on earth is over…
And silver coins cover their eyes…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Gods Gonna Cut You Down” By Johnny Cash

Guest Poet 4 – Fallen Angel…

This week, these pages are turned over to selected Guest Poets – I hope you enjoy!

Guest Poet number four needs no introduction and I am thrilled to welcome back the beautiful and much loved Cate!

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Cheers
J

My conscience whispers
Deep into my heart
Fallen angel
Wings clipped
To never fly

Inner turmoil churns
Deep to my core
Fallen angel
Halo slipped
Makes Venus sigh

Darkness broods over
Crimson ink swirls
Fallen angel
Smile fades
The devil tries

Temptation weaves again
Horned shadows advance
Fallen Angel
Listens intently
Hears doves cry

Reason leaves me
Hell breaks loose
Fallen Angel
Rules broken
No understanding why

Golden head bowed
On pennant knees
Fallen Angel
Truth wins
Lust must die

Internal voices clash
Thunder rumbles on
Fallen angel
Needs cleansing
Raindrops will purify

Saviour stands strong
Heart opens wide
Fallen Angel
Drawn willingly
Steps gratefully inside

Sunshine warms me
Pale skin glows
Fallen angel
Lifted up
Seeking the sky

My fire returns
Burning embers ignite
Fallen angel
Soul stirred
Chance to try

Holding on tight
Testing wings tentatively
Fallen angel
Burden lighter
Never to lie

Competing voices quieten
Silenced by love
Fallen angel
Breathes deep
Then takes flight

Sweet Dreams…

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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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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Sweet Dreams” Covered by Marilyn Manson

 

Imprisoned…

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Awoken within a dream…
With screwed shut eyes…

She’s lost in the chaos…
Her body’s paralysed…

The tension seeps out…
Though every single pour…

Her body begins to ache…
Her sleeping head feels sore…

She feels a seductive presence…
But yet she cannot see…

There’s evil in the room…
It’s roaming around free…

Whispering in the darkness…
Hiding in the shadows…

It knows all her secrets…
Things only she knows…

That she buried deep down…
Inside her sinner’s heart…

Where nobody could find them…
In fear of being torn apart…

But at this very moment…
The vaults have been opened…

And like a flooded river…
The banks have been broken…

And the evil in the room…
Is feasting upon her fear…

Acting Judge and Jury…
Reducing her to silent tears…

Whilst dancing with delight…
As each accusation is heard…

Each one a painful memory…
But the truth has been blurred…

Yet the evil in the room…
Has already knows the sentence…

And the guilty verdict passed…
Leaves no room for repentance…

Imprisoning her in this limbo…
In a dream that’ll never end…

She’s now the evil’s companion…
And her soul has been condemned…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Come Into My Dreamland” by Ed Harcourt

“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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“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”…

~

 

“Sinner, I have never learned”…

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The angels won’t save you…
They’ve covered their eyes…

And blocked their ears…
So they can’t hear your lies…

They know what you’re doing…
They watch from a far…

They are keeping a record…
Each and every little scar…

Every time you deceive…
Each mark your soul…

They know all the details…
And the size of the hole…

The one that’s being dug…
Especially for you…

Your final resting place…
When this life is through…

As you won’t fly with angels…
Or sit on the right hand…

There’ll be no Vestal Virgins…
There’ll be no promised land…

Your fate has been written…
By you and you alone…

The depths of Hell awaits…
Chained to Satan’s throne…

Forever to be reminded…
Of what you have done…

Your crimes all replayed…
All your dark sins rerun…

In a perpetual playback…
For your eyes only…

Showing you the impact…
On the weak and the lonely…

Those you have hurt…
And stabbed in the back…

Those lives you ruined…
And pushed into the black…

Because no one can save you…
You’re the one they despise…

The one who is marked…
A sinner with snake eyes…

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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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“I figure I’ll be damned, all alone like I began”…

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My time will come,
that much is true…

And I will be judged,
but not by you…

As all my sins,
will be uncovered…

And all my lies,
will be discovered…

And any punishment,
will be handed down…

By a higher force,
wearing a thorny crown…

Not by someone,
with their own agenda…

Whose views on life,
are narrow and slender…

Someone who really,
has never lived at all…

Only sits in judgement,
watching others fall…

Getting pleasure from,
everyone else’s failure…

On the moral high ground,
becoming such a hater…

But your arrows are blunt,
they can no longer hurt me…

I know my failures,
I’m the one who sees…

The bigger picture and
the unedited version…

My whole life experience,
each and every diversion…

Away from the path,
that’s straight and true…

Straying into the shadows,
hiding out of view…

But that’s my problem and
none of your concern…

Worry about yourself and
just leave me to burn…

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“You think all your cardinal sins will stay underground”…

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There is no way out…

No matter how loud he shouts…

His hands are bound by fate…

In a spider’s web of fear and hate…

Darkness surrounds…

Buried so deep underground…

No light enters at all…

Nobody around to hear his desperate call…

Dragged deep beneath…

Chained up underneath…

Where nobody dares to go…

The place we pretend not to know…

In case “THEY” hear…

The ones that we all fear…

He’s inside the Black pit…

He cannot move, he cannot sit…

Only watch, as the Devil’s hate spits...

He’s paralysed, has no feelings…

Alone with visions, constantly revealing…

Whilst his limbs will just not move…

What more are “THEY” trying to prove…

How much more can he take…

As he fights to stay awake…

Perhaps he should just give in…

Confess to all his sin…

Let the Devil win…

And take his prize…

Remove the final disguise…

And finally be freed from this life…

The hurt and all the strife…

Because there is no way out…

No point in screaming, no one hears his shouts…

He can’t fight his fate…

There is nothing left but hate…

It’s becoming much too late…

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