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Poems

 

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Our Love Your love is like a rose

Perfect in every way

When I am without you I cannot survive the day

Your love is like the ocean Very strong and deep

When I am without you I only want to weep

Your love is like a river That sends shivers down my spine

When I am without you You’re always on my mind

Your love is like a kite As it floats through the sky

When I am without you I only want to die

Yet death would not solve my pain

The pain of being without you

When I am without you Me heart can only ache

Yet the of which I feel for you Surely cannot be fake

I love you with all my heart As I have from the start

I cannot contain this love

Perhaps you were sent from above

I love you now as I loved you then

I'll keep loving you Right until the end

 

 

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Love is a virus infecting the soul tasting your pain  and eating it whole  

   Love has no vaccine no common cure it destroys the wicked entraps the pure 

    Killing with kindness  a fiery death it sucks out your life takes all your breath    

Spiralling downward there's no escape from obsession and jealousy fear and hate     

Lay down with dogs   and you'll get fleas tear apart  those memories     

I never knew just what I would find until I left my love behind   

  It comes to you slowly  luring you in  bringing to surface the beast from within      

Deceit and betrayal   all part of the game  it's something we're taught and how we behave     

Killing your brothers for one moment of joy quickly forgotten cast aside like a toy     

The dance becomes deadly and everything hurts the stakes become higher  and soon you will burn    

Lay down with dogs and you'll get fleas tear apart  those memories    

I never knew just what I would find until I left my love behind to rot...  and bleed...      

Too soon all is lost for a love much too strong every action you take seems to be wrong   

  The fire inside you sears to the core how much can you take and still you seek more     

Love consumes all in it's fiery grip tearing your soul up  it strikes out as a whip      

Lashing your feelings and all that you are trampling hope  and ripping your heart  'till you're gone...

 

 

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Blood Tears and Black Roses still and silent as white stone she sits and waits an

eternity of ceaseless pain the thorns peirce cold pale flesh the petals withering in an

ungentle grip of time's passing black petals to match the darkness of her grief red that

cascades endlessly into the shadows a river of tears that flows from her heart hidden

by the ripple of red hair the noiseless drip of blood tears on black roses

 

 

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The Powers of The Night


The last minutes of daylight slowly disappears.
Bringing forth the darkness with all its tempting fears.
No longer does the welcoming sun shine a guiding light.
Helplessly you are thrown into the powers of the night

Lurking in shadows is the life you sought to know.
And all those inner voices beckoning you to go.
Show your other side let the dark one out to play.
Free your inhibitions, don't let these feelings run astray.

The dark one within demands to emerge.
Take off the mask you wear and let these feelings surge.
There is no need to hide because the night will set you free.
Begin the journey to the places that you long to be.


Look upon the darkness without any fright
Let yourself get lost inside the powers of the night.


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Broken Watch

Please tell me the shades of happiness
So i can paint my odium another colour
Pour me out, youll find there is emptyness
Serenity, a virtue i cannot remember...
it takes time, something i dont have anymore...

Concentrate on her unaffected face
dropping brick lies i cannot carry
it is more than a matter of personal space
When im hearing a voice that is slowly killing me...
it takes time, something i dont have anymore...

I sing the wrong words, to the wrong tune, to the wrong song
My watch has stopped but time has no meaning
This final note tells the truth to the throng
Its easier being dead than living in my head still dreaming...
it takes time, something i dont have no more...