paul-murphyWhisper

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Past. Present. Future?A demented perception deeply distorted. / The carnival mirror that is his mind. / He is stuck on the wrong side of the one way mirror.

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AbstractFrom beyond the darkness, brilliance shines through. In times of turmoil, a blazing fire ensues. / Against God’s will the fight grows stronger, until his light shines down on him. The greatest of mysteries this man lives, all the time just behind the curtain a cold world has put up in front of him. A shadow still moving, he is brushed aside, and when the light goes out there remains an invisible figure no one can see. An ever so lonely tide rolls overs him. Heavy waves of remorse and self-hate crush a body made feeble by sharp words others throw through his soul. / There he stands with arms spread in loving embrace as the pain engulfs each fiber that is his being. How can anyone pursue a life torn to shreds by other and places in to the fire by their own hand? Absently resting his skin against the blazing coals, scars laying proof to habitual abuse. Yet still he stands his ground, unchanged and unmoved. Seemingly content in a dark world surrounded by happiness he has alienated himself from.

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My CurseSurrounded by people, I feel so alone. / Left in a hole, deep dark and cold. / My hearts on my shoulder, looking to leap.

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Finding Another YouThat empty space left in my heart / Staring me down each day / Every second cutting deeper

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Regressive AgressionThoughts and fears becoming an obsession / Flowing like the sea / Beautiful waves creating what lies before me

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My Guardian AngelWars may rage. / Times will change. / A breaking point my body will soon discover.

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[Untitled]A silly little pen trick / One I'm not sure I will ever fully master / Still reminds me of you

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SaviorI wish I could write songs to move you / To sooth you / Rid your heart of all this pain

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The StruggleIt's that bottle of pills I'd like to take / Staring me in the face / The easy way out

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Wicked TwisterI'm tired of the games / The circles run and old tricks stuck on repeat / For all its worth, what little that is

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