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Walking barefoot on this thistle ground,
as the soul has long gone beyond,
where no human should have gone,
giving up, its spirit to its pawn.

As colour mean nothing to rain,
because all gets washed away,
leaving behind a bloody stain,
but history managing to stay.

Sunshine embracing exstinguished eyes,
ears not hearing anymore forgotten cries,
mouth empty words travelling in disguise,
body has become by now to frail to rise.

Firmly round ankles shackled anker,
patrolling laughable a lonely flanker,
bruises mending healed broken bones,
covering sins of long forgotten ones.

Damn this heart,
It won't stop breaking,
This hole in my chest,
It won't stop aching,
A smile on my face,
I can't stop faking,
For others sake,
My feelings forsaking,
I keep saying inside,
"Everything's fine.",
Trying so hard,
To believe my own lies...

I am he who survived the heat of your rage
scorching me to ashes, I rose from the flames
unharmed by your piercing eyes
unmoved by your venomous lies

I am he who found the power that I never lost
twisting with confusion, my demons did fall
untainted by their ruinous ways
unaltered by my troublesome days

I am he who walks through the valley of life and death
blinding my sight I see through all the unreal
uncompromised by the veils of deceit
unchallenged by the winds of defeat

I am he who sees within the soul of your heart
that which you seek to hide from the world
fooled by your shadow, you lie
ruled by your shadow, you die

I am he who the sky does speak to at night
sending wise words from that infinite space
enriched by your wisdom
enthroned by your kingdom

I am he who did fail by the standards you set
losing your favour with each mistake that I made
riddled by my inferior stance
belittled by your superior glance

I am he who survived the fire of your hate
scorching my bones, I did rise from the flames
protected by shadows, below and above
accepted by angels, in life and in love

My skin wrinkles
My ears decrease in strengh sound becomes noise to my ears
My ear lobes decende
Grey my hair grows

Eye sight fails glasses I wear were are they opps on the top of my head
Wrinkle prune skin
Firmness now ebes away dangling flappy bits hanging to my body where
Musle was within

My strengh deteriates weakness and aging creeps opoun my torso
Aches and pains consume my once fit ripped torso
Dependant on my walking stick
I visit the quack most ofen

Or
they to me
My bed my existitence alone I am now
Waiting for my last visitor
Death he shall be know
In the darkness he comes

To aher the wanted souls of the lost to heaven some shall go others to there doom
Souls lost in fire they are consumed

Desperately searching for something that's real,
I feel,
I'm in constant battle backwards uphill,
Till diving in sewage and swimming through swill,
Taking every ounce of my will,
I fight to survive,
Like kill or be killed...

If all the world was square
should I go beyond and fall off

If all the world was round
shall I keep going
then shelter out of boredom
in my loft

If all the rain drops hurt
shall I sneak away
to my pages

If all the drops were velvet
should I now unbolt my cages

If rainbows hid my love of life
should I not cry
for want
of unbridled strife

If all scratched and broken clouds
teamed with softer palette's

Was it me that fell
amongst the
cruel and broken mallet

If all was just a play
upon one word
shall I

not seek
yet spin my merry soul

to lite the fire
of my loving dark

Cutting Coal

Fragile and hollow encased in an invisible glass case,
she sits, legs crossed and hands placed perfectly on her knees, her hair falling in waves of perfect curls, even the straps of her dress ironed and without a wrinkle.

Foundation spread over her face making her skin look like porcelain, her make up almost looked like an artist had painted it on too perfectly.

And from this doll, dull lifeless eyes stared ahead, her skin was warm but her heart was like ice, it had frozen long ago when she became nothing more then a show piece of beauty to be displayed for all to see.

Then one day he pushed her just a little to much and she crashed to the floor, her body and face splintered and cracked
and she lay there feeling nothing at all.

Thats where he found her, and with tender hands and strong arms he picked up the pieces and gently began to glue the bits together, she began to take shape once more, but he did not stop at the outer shell, he breathed warmth into her and slowly the fire began to warm her and the life in her eyes shone bright, the fine cracks left behind were more beautiful because she was unique, they showed how she had healed.

Lookin into the eyes of a man thats deceitful, walkin amongst the dead, this the land of evil, for the things i did i condemed me people, on my knees every night prayin that they piecefull.. pop pills drink liqour father save my soul, life full of sin, wanna make it right before the day that im cold, and the day that im gone, just help my moms and my fam to stay strong, and the worst part of dyin is bein alone!!

In the inner most
Deepest depths,
you tortured me
until there was no beauty left

A vile monster
with lying tongues
In my ocean deep
You became slimy

You attacked me
without a heart
Hurting me
In the depths

Creeping like seaweed
all around me
Covering your lies
Disguised as truth,
leaving a horrible stench
In my ocean

Piece by piece
In tearing through the crack
Reaching for the light of truth
Barely able
To breathe

You will not drown me
With your loveless heart
The tide is turning
You no longer smell sweet
I see a monster

Buried deep
You left your scar
Your vile treatment
In the stench of hurt

Looking to the heaven's
I bled for you
you choose
To put me in hell

crawling over the light,
death inside dark
the horrors of hell,
standing the hair
upon my head
einsteine

decayed rotten words
in ice cold feelings,
open mouthed
I screamed from the inside
no words found you

just the sound
of teardrops,
silence screams
inside the pain
why hurt me

a chill upon the shadows
my heart dies,
mourning you
in the crime of loving
the bell tolls

my soul gives me an answer
marking the end
of you and I,
death in my heart
flowing dark waters

like the mother sea
I push forth
your dead remains,
on the shores
upon the sand

the tide washes away
forgiving you the sin,
from the deepest chambers
I bolt and lock

barring you forever
deep within
locked in hurt
buried