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 Oct 2016 Mur
Patrick McCombs
Old poems dead and buried
In death the words deteriorated
Into things I no longer recognized
Strange arcane relics
Gateways to past minds
Awaiting to be excavated
By wandering eyes
 Feb 2015 Mur
Daughter of Avalon
Porcelain skin,
and emerald eyes.
Long black hair
Filled with silken lies.

Those eyes, those eyes
They hypnotize.

Her love is an illusion.
I'm trapped in her delusion.

Caught in her snare,
I gasp for breathe.
Her love beyond compare,
But her words lack depth.

Those eyes, those eyes
They hypnotize.

Her love is an illusion.
I'm trapped in her delusion.

World-class impersonator
with a movie star smile.
I've lost my mind,
abandon sanity for a while.

Those eyes, those eyes
They hypnotize.

Her love is an illusion.
I'm trapped in her delusion.

Lost at sea,
drowning in her ocean.
Strangled by hypocrisy,
But revived by her emotion.

Those eyes, those eyes
They hypnotize.

Her love is an illusion.
I'm trapped in her delusion.

Toying with her puppet,
I, the willing victim.
A sacrificial lamb
To her ever changing whims.

Those eyes, those eyes
They hypnotize.

Her love is an illusion.
I'm trapped in her delusion.

— The End —