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In every breath
There lives a cry
All I can taste
Is all of your lies.
In every word
A web you weave
Cryptic prose
All out to deceive.
The sound of your voice
Is twisted with fear
What comes out
I will not adhere.
What do you see
When you look at me
Im stuck in your web
Trying to break free.
In every look
Your totally blind
Why were you made
So awfully unkind.
Sooty and sweep
Need a holiday
A holiday
By the sea
and the sand,
Can somebody
take them,
Take them of my hands.
I will remember
You in high esteem,
Upright and smart
Always clean.
Never a bad word
Perfect prose
You were the star
In my picture show.
You were the sparkle
Inside my perfect dream,
We went together
Like peaches and cream.
They will cremate your body
Your flesh will burn
Then  they give me your
Ashes in a silvery urn.
Your memories will dance
With the stars that shine
Wonderful person
Loving and kind.
Mark Bell 17h
Running into the forest
I was skinny as a rake
The story starts here
It was a stupid mistake.
I had not eaten
Became very weak
I came across this cabin
Thats when I heard
That shriek.
The door opened wide
Appeared a woman in white
Nothing seemed natural
Nothing seemed right.
I slept through the night
The sun rose at dawn
Then what I saw
I wish I had
never been born.
The woman of the cabin
Had no flesh on her bones
All of a sudden felt oh so alone
With her out stretched hand
She took me to her bed
This was when I realised
I to was dead.
Mark Bell 18h
The fragrance
of the meadow
Walking the
bridal path
Me my
partner we’re having
A laugh,
She looked at me
With a smile
On her face,
Then all of a sudden
Everything went black
My beautiful woman
Died of a heart attack.
He was old
And died
He was old
Now in our
House it’s going
To be cold
Minus one.
Every day is
So full of sorrow
I pray to whom ever
I don’t wake up tomorrow
Then in the morning
I do wake
There is no justice
Just cyanide cake.
Why am I writing
Such doom and gloom,
It’s the mood Im in
A slightly odd loon.
Please forgive me
I’ve left a note
It reads goodbye
To my poetic followers
I’ve cut my throat
Whoops.
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