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Cleansing
Giant footsteps brings me close
To the running water of gold
An endless stream of choice
Where life can be brought and sold.
My face turned stagnant in the waves
Tell me, am I me still?
Drowning alive has withdrawn my face
My reflection sizing up the kill.
Sinking as a dropping stone
Forever laid alive and cold
Wash away the sins I’ve made
My saviour this running water of gold.
Darkness
A thought ‘What if,
Revealed as A gift
From the devil,
Once hearing the words
They can’t be unheard.
Statement for the foolish
And nonsensical
Whose beliefs fall inside comfort,
Where only black and white exists
Living Joy swapped for awkwardness
Motivated and elated
Until intrusive doubt hits,
Irrational thoughts whisper
‘What if, what if’
Spoiling a moment on high
Disfiguring the feeling
Of laughing to a cry
Humour swamped by fear,
Freedom put in pockets
Until the unsuspecting host
Lays in wait for a chemical reprieve
From a biological resolution
A Pill to recieve.
When tablets run dry
Whose there to clear the sky
From the blue clouds,
Frustrated on a belief so false
Constantly Irritates general functions,
The guilt hurts the most
Unsuspectingly the will gives in,
It Surrenders to the voices
That bring emotions of doom
To the places where you once sang,
The choice from this time
Is not whether to run or fight,
Curl up and freeze,
Its whether to jump or hang
Burdened
While sanity meanders
Character is subjected to slanders
Years afraid of lies once said
Sits quiet as physicality deflates to dead
Please my dear, Don’t be afraid
When it’s made,
The bed of the departed
Set and warm,
Lay down as eternity beckons
Crossing arms for forever seconds
Shoulder weight lifts
As responsibility shifts,
To the air
The burdened fatally shared
Promises spoken by the mouth of her
Deadly silent defines the breath is over
No more clashes as substance becomes ashes,
Tears and sadness as silence reaks
Chaos lives while the devil speaks,
With him she shares a fitted box
Relief and confusion as no more she knocks.
Honesty
Affliction
When do you set an addict free
She asked herself
To be free of the pain
And let the mouth finally run dry
When the blood is Polluted
To the point of evaporation
And spills from every orifice,
The tank is full
When denial is life
And words on repeat,
Do we break away
And let our safety release
When once bright eyes
Look back vacant and cold
Is it now the time
To let the stranger go
No more lying or living pretend
Own now your Destiny of how it will end
Reach my dear, reach to the stars
Drift high so the addict will fade,
Though the body will wither and die
Your soul at least, will be saved.
Where we Belong
No-one speaks of the son
The true pick pocket of the mind
The embezzler of certainty
Who mocks the deaf and blind
Though master keeps the throne
The aire runs the house
Faceless threat of the scare dimension
Who strung his kids and spouse
Escape never earned
No retreat, only forward
Scarring for the returned
Whipping for a coward
As mortal life is sucked
You die imagining of fairy tales
Reality smells of torture
Of crucifixion from rusty nails
Death bed made in plain sight
Implants dreams of no tomorrow
Sleep tight on pools of blood
A grave so deep and shallow.
