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She is gone;

Faded from my life,
But still haunting my dreams.

If only time would turn back,
That those clocks could rewind

But alas, she is gone;

And my tears still remain.
copyright Chris Smith 2011, based on the story featuring Byron (Phantom)
If you knew my story
Of the things I have to tell
Then your soul would hurt
And suffer the untold torture
To feel the suffering deep inside

Everyday becomes one of the same
Like a crack'd mirror showing scars
A reflection that I can never bear
That is a witness, nay it is a warning
Of the man I once was so long ago

I have been stripped down to raw bones
Bleeding inside, a gaping hole is left
From whence my heart used to beat
Alas, I fear it leaves me feeling so cold
Even though I still feel the fires of Hell
Phantom 2011 (alias Chris Smith....Beautiful Words)
Standing in the dark
Living with my void
Afraid of the mirror
Of all it destroyed

Crying in my shadows
Stinging tears of pain
Flowing down my face
Time and time once again

Trying hard to understand
The bleakness of my day
Uncertain of why this life
Decided they had to take her away
From the story Beautiful Words by Chris Smith

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