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In a weird mood. Decided to share some old things I've written.
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"Obsidian Heart"
How I loathe this obsidian heart
For it's fragile, within it's own design
And by selfish hands, it's torn apart
Simply to reveal what lies inside
After greedy satisfaction is met
The remains are tossed aside
To be sealed over once again
For the next greedy fingers to find
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"Secrets"
If only my hand had the grace to describe
The feelings that are trapped deep inside
Like an iron ton, my hand refuses to budge
And write to reveal the secrets that I've hushed
Even if I were courageous and bold
It wouldn't matter,
If these unsaid secrets were told
In the end, they are only secrets
And they are no match
For this hole I've dug
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"please, sink"
Every time pieces of this heart is torn out
And buried beneath the sand,
The tide always washes it my way again
I really don't want the broken bits
So I toss them back as far as I can
And hope that they sink to the bottom
Where they can be put to rest
If you happen to pass them floating by,
Please leave them astray
Until they have sunk to the bottom of ocean
And it is there, I want them to stay
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"Tired Eyes"
Allow me
To close these tired eyes,
and ebony lashes knit
A special kind of blanket to chase away
All the malicious visions,
That haunt this taunting reality
Yet, as eyes remain closed
A vivid imagination,
And a horrific memory
Comes out to play
Spindling and dwindling,
Rewinding and replaying
Timelessly
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"tied by lies"
Divine affection or receiving the bite of pain
All I really ask, is give me a feeling that isn't fake
After being mislead, blinded, by so many lies
Entrapping me in so many invisible ties
My hands are quick, but not quick enough
To pull myself loose from this noose
With each word you retract from truth
I'm slipping more and more, waiting for you
So, will you help me to understand,
Or continue dragging me through the sand
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"Monsters"
What made you do it?
What was the drive?
To take the perfect masterpiece,
And paint it black on the inside
Was it the rush?
A momentary insanity?
The paint is dry now,
A permanent mark
While you monsters run free,
This piece is on display
Silently rotting away
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"Obsidian Heart"
How I loathe this obsidian heart
For it's fragile, within it's own design
And by selfish hands, it's torn apart
Simply to reveal what lies inside
After greedy satisfaction is met
The remains are tossed aside
To be sealed over once again
For the next greedy fingers to find
----------------------------
"Secrets"
If only my hand had the grace to describe
The feelings that are trapped deep inside
Like an iron ton, my hand refuses to budge
And write to reveal the secrets that I've hushed
Even if I were courageous and bold
It wouldn't matter,
If these unsaid secrets were told
In the end, they are only secrets
And they are no match
For this hole I've dug
---------------------------
"please, sink"
Every time pieces of this heart is torn out
And buried beneath the sand,
The tide always washes it my way again
I really don't want the broken bits
So I toss them back as far as I can
And hope that they sink to the bottom
Where they can be put to rest
If you happen to pass them floating by,
Please leave them astray
Until they have sunk to the bottom of ocean
And it is there, I want them to stay
---------------------------
"Tired Eyes"
Allow me
To close these tired eyes,
and ebony lashes knit
A special kind of blanket to chase away
All the malicious visions,
That haunt this taunting reality
Yet, as eyes remain closed
A vivid imagination,
And a horrific memory
Comes out to play
Spindling and dwindling,
Rewinding and replaying
Timelessly
-------------------------
"tied by lies"
Divine affection or receiving the bite of pain
All I really ask, is give me a feeling that isn't fake
After being mislead, blinded, by so many lies
Entrapping me in so many invisible ties
My hands are quick, but not quick enough
To pull myself loose from this noose
With each word you retract from truth
I'm slipping more and more, waiting for you
So, will you help me to understand,
Or continue dragging me through the sand
-----------------------
"Monsters"
What made you do it?
What was the drive?
To take the perfect masterpiece,
And paint it black on the inside
Was it the rush?
A momentary insanity?
The paint is dry now,
A permanent mark
While you monsters run free,
This piece is on display
Silently rotting away
g'job... I can relate to secrets, those can definately be some tough stuff...
