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I have been so long at the edge of life
nothing remains, but a ghostly shade
of the hopes and dreams that one day
lighten my eyes and filled my heart.
Love has evaded me and the crumbs that I got
only left deep gashes in its waste.
The bleeding has never ceased,
and life drips out of me through tears.
I lay hollowed, and wasted, and hopeless,
Pain has become my only friend
its lashes are the only thing
that now make this body feel alive,
and give peace to my shredded soul.

Gently cuts a gull
Slicing through a stormy sky
As gloomy dusk fall

i have left the world of shaded color
black and white are now strong
not a single shade of gray
here fears come to life
in the name of the shadowed man
he is not a man really
but the essance of the fear
the fear left from your day
He is is what makes the good bad
the shadowed man grins as he eats your soul
leaving nothing but a screaming empty shell
he stands on top the dark cold world
laughing at your plight
he is the boogie man
you knew him when you were young and small
but now that you are grown
he takes a new form
one of uncontrollable madness
the shadowed man rules this land
the shadowed man knows your mind
what is it you fear?

Help me
As i cling to this life I find that there I have not experienced pain till now
answer me
I'm I defective is there no one to tame my heart? must I walk this thin red line alone?
save me
miles upon miles of false hopes and promises lie before me only one path is true I am standing at a crossroads. will I meet the devil here or will an angel come and rescue me?
redeem me
I feel as If I am weighed down by the burden of my sins. Only the touch of someone whose heart is filled with love and compassion can cleanse me
heal me
My soul is wounded hear it cry out for help. look at it it is torn barely holding on to life as it's heart flutters it's last

Oh God!!! This incredible pain
Claws raking across my brain
Ripping it, shredding it
Piece by piece splattering on the walls
And as my vision fades
And the last sound I hear
Is the demonic laughter
Of my tormentor
As I am cut off from this world

some times I sit and ponder
and then I wonder
how my life changed so fast
my only good memories are of the past
yet the present is filled with pain
love and happiness are down the drain
I'm 24 but I've been through more then most my age
I was even thrown in jail and put in a cage
I lost all that i held dear
I cant remember the last time I had a good year
with each painful passing second i prey for the end to be near
death is something I will embrace and never fear
I dont know how many times I can fall and then rise
life is supposed to be a gift but to me its a prize
because its nothing but a battle and not everybody wins
im not innocent I have committed many sins
but that doesn't make me bad because i do great things
yet torture is all this life brings
our actions define who we are but the choices we make will shape our path
it seems every corner comes a new tragedy like im cursed with a wicked wrath
wishing i can change what is written in stone
but its impossible to change the past so i sit here alone
i can see nothing but hardache
this is more then my heart can take
pearls of wisdom gained threw the years
so im stronger now with no fears
except being transparent,unnoticed,and lonely
so i say my final farewell deserted,abandoned,and forsaken but never phoney

There was a sudden stir in the night
All was not as it seemed
The old man jumped up with fright
To the wail of the white banshee

She came not for him
But for the one he loved the most
She sat on the wall with a grin
As the man turned pale as a ghost

Take me instead he pleaded
For my wife has many years more
I have sinned enough
Its me who should walk through deaths door

The banshee wailed once again
Then suddenly she was gone
The old man felt it in his heart
That something was terribly wrong

Away to the bedroom he sprinted
To find his beloved wife dead
He reached for his pistol
And shot himself in the head

United again in heaven, he thought.
But this wasnt to be the tale
For she was gone to heaven
And sinners go to hell...

Six blackened wing flew above the evergreen
A coarse hoax were the hoarse croaks
These harbingers of a dark dream be
From the frosty North appeared suddenly

Circling high above slumbering sight
The omens finger pointing left then right
Middle earth's forge paused its breathe
As six blackened wings lit upon the bellhouse .

Dang .....Dang......Dang

Feathers transform into flesh and bones
Now walking down empty streets alone
I take the backstreets turning knobs
Of unlocked doors - half opened doors

Windows open, curtains flapping,
Blinds a swaying , music playing -
"I HEAR THE TICKING OF THE CLOCK-
AND I WAS GONNA TELL YOU TONIGHT"

Feathers formed once more as I
Seized by an unseen hand was I
Led through the dreamworld sky was I -
"TILL NOW ALWAYS GOT BY ON MY OWN"

The unseen hand gave voice and spoke
See them gath'red round the graven oak
Do not go there...go there...do not
I opened my eyes it was 4:30 AM

My radio alarm clock was playing "Alone" by Heart.

You think Hell is fire

Where souls eternally burn

Well Hell is here on Earth

This place I call home

I saw her on tv
I heard her sing on her album
I heard that she had clothing made
By little girls working for three cents an hour
She met with one of them
She told this girl she did not know
That children were making clothes
With her name on it
Did Cathy Lee lie to this girl?
Did Cathy Lee ever offer to reimburse the money
She stole from these children?
The whole story had my head ringing
Which was worse
Her child explotation
Or her singing