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 Feb 2011
Steven Forrester
Virulent virtue
Variably veering
Away
A coldness so dire
My own frozen fire
Desire
Is abstract
Attack
The ones who yearn for life
We are guardians
We are the bricks
Your blood is the mortar
A red wall made slick
By your gruesome torture
The future
Is oblique
I seek
An answer
For the weak
(c) Steven Forrester
 Feb 2011
Steven Forrester
A sharp pain

In vain

Stuck in my life

Inside my back is this knife

Brought by my friends

Who fell from loyalty

To win their own royalty

Jealousy

Hypocrisy

Denial

And betrayal

Or is it...
(c) Steven Forrester
 Feb 2011
Steven Forrester
Innocence
Is arrogance
In worlds and cities
Of decadence
One thing
Rules above us all
The power can make even the noble fall
But what would you do
With all the power
And all the money in the world
The truth is merely
Corruption unfurled
Can you hear that chime
Steeped in rhythm
And in rhyme
I Cry as I find
A true assumption
We are all trapped
In a dimension
Of absolute corruption
 Feb 2011
Steven Forrester
Mistrust
Misleading you
To meander through hate
Our fate
Is sealed
As glass slams against my flesh
I stand strong against the threat
Insanity grips her soul
Sarah, I do not love you anymore
You've lost your beauty
Lost your purity
Lost your touch
Your not worth as much
I've left you
Because you left me
Beaten and battered
How do you feel now
That our love is shattered
(c) Steven Forrester
 Feb 2011
Steven Forrester
I am so cold
I'm so cold I'm as cold as ice
I am so cold
I'm so cold not even magma will suffice
To melt my anger away
To melt the pain from my veins
With a heart suspended in liquid nitrogen
My fury explodes like hydrogen
I am so cold
I'm so cold everything i touch freezes
I am so cold
I'm so cold I'm colder than the coldest breezes
Blowing through the channels of time
Blowing, writhing, sending chills up your spine
As you live your life away
Upon your death day
When you are warm and so very old
Maybe you'll remember me
The man who was so cold
(c) Steven Forrester
 Feb 2011
Steven Forrester
Is it meaningless
If i hold your hand
Is it meaningless
If i touch your face
Is it meaningless
Or is it grand
Is everything meaningless
In this rat race
Every grain of sand
Every rock 'n' roll band
Every lady and every man
Yet i still stand
I stand and write
I write only what is true
Whats true is not always right
Whats right is not always you
And again I stand
I stand for those with no home
I stand for those who are all alone
I stand for those who need defense
I stand for those trapped behind the fence
Of total control
I know I've lost my hold
And now I've turned cold
I stand for those who are helpless
Even if you think its meaningless
(c) Steven Forrester

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