They gathered around me like spiders on a Web
My disappointment became their loss
Pages a few but not the many
As I had the patience to wait the call

Clearly they had no clue of the cutting of my words
A measly 400 is that was requested
So now they must suffer
Feeding the flame
Raging the dragon

Remember you was warned
Did you not read me
Could you not tell
The devil lives below you
My village be your hell

I feel my morning is stolen
No clearing of eyes
A cough in the distance
Inside all disguised

My Christmas has gone
And I don't know what's wrong
My Christmas has gone
And I can't hear my song

I know I should smile
Be part of the show
Drink lightly to laughter
Feign all surprised

My Christmas has gone
And I don't know what's wrong
My Christmas has gone
And I can't hear our song

Your presents still waiting
All wrapped in my mind
But now your no longer
That touch all declined

My Christmas has gone
And I know all my wrong
My Christmas has gone
All silenced anon

Drip drip drip bled my heart
Tick tick tick sounds the clock
Fear fear fear from those eyes
As time strikes it's chime

Do you scare what I scare
Does your end feel as I
The game we play is chaptered
Our history of all we made

I won't fly far
A Robins song we'll sing
As the sun rises
As the moon falls
Sing sing sing ...it's OK

The headaches became a scream
Gnawing at my innards
Washing out my soul
Enjoying the taste

My heart is fading
I can feel it's quell
Slowly dripping away
Cooling this skin to a chilling end

And out I stare
Wanting the more
To end it wrong now
Breath in taste the fear

Breath in taste the fear
Seal up beat my heart
Breath in taste the fear
Don't break my heart

Can you not see it in their eyes
Just look around
They've been fooled
And the film has started

Watch as they seek
Search for the need
In the palm of their hand
Controlled

Fooled by the few
They now walk without a look
Speak misunderstood as we all hear
Waiting for the siren
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I too have been taken
Glued to my skin
Days all the numbered
Screen to the blindness

Days become the weeks
Weeks become the years
You know it's coming
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Clouds wallowing a screaming shout
That unsettled me as I struggled to stir
What was that
A warning maybe
Or just the madness in my head showing its teeth

I wanted to wipe the misted window before me
Search the sound that pictured my mind
Sadness dripped from these eyes
I couldn't do it

Writers edge

6am and the darkness wallows
Sounds of life outside
Only silenced in my mind
Echoing
Bounding
Screaming on deafened ears

This shout for help
Numb to all but me
And my tingling skin
Ti's a wanting need
A tasted crave

My writers edge in force
As words pour
Yet the pages read empty
A day not yet ready
Let's begin