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Cecil Davidson Feb 2012
Solicit my virtue even though I have none left to give
The last laugh will be mine when I cease to live
The trembling of my soft tears lick my face like flames
The burning flesh smells of resentment and shame
A ***** heart makes no excuse for an expired mind
Cherish your innocence
Cherish your heart
I no longer want my own to start
Cecil Davidson Dec 2011
Make no mistake for the things you see creeping near can contort and create chaos for the disillusioned sight.

The narrow-minded rarely search their hearts for the answers that do not come easily.

I find myself beneath their double-edged swords in another world of lost senses and grim actuality.

Screaming for help with a mute shout.
Straining my eyes for the light I cannot find.
Crawling out of darkness with no hands.

Make no mistake for the brain can delude, dilute and decompose reality and consume you in the dead of night.

The free thinkers rarely look to reason and history for the answers that do not come easily.

I find myself alone, on another threshold, above their playground of misfits and mayhem.

For I am not who you think I am.
For I am not who you think I am.
Cecil Davidson Feb 2012
Hate reminds me of him
Hate reminds me of them
Hate reminds me of foes
Hate reminds me of woes
Hate makes me beat my brain
Hate makes me go insane
Hate makes me act out lewd
Hate makes me say things crude
Hate tells me to act out
Hate tells me it's good to shout
Hate tells me to be bitter
Hate tells me I am a quitter
Hate could not be more than right
Hate makes me a person I spite
Cecil Davidson Feb 2012
Oh how the headless and heartless march on
A graceless group continuing through dawn
The truthful sun peeks out by rays of light
Revealing the lies hidden in shadows and plain sight
For not once did the headless slow down to ponder
Neither did the heartless question the urge to wander
Together these troops of pathetic clowns do miss
A reason for their parade of meaningless bliss
Cecil Davidson Dec 2011
Too soon we find ourselves alone
Trapped in a being from the unknown
Shouting aloud at this unknown creature
How was I supposed to know it was my own feature
I asked around but nobody knew
The form that once had me probably flew
So I find myself sitting in fright
Of this
Ghastly
Ghoulish
Grotesque
Sight
Cecil Davidson Sep 2013
Iridescent and irregular
these stars I swear 

Beaming down
already dead 

Such a tease
you grave sites of universal tranquility

Reminders
of worlds obscure

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