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Sherrie Lee Hurd May 2010
the end,well it creeps and it makes itself known
the end it was bargained, its soul  it has shown
those words that I said to you quite as you dared
not knowing the face of the  dead as you stared
it waited until you were gone, fast asleep
it waited for dawn, but till then it would creep
the end, it was ragged, and bitter and torn
the end was unbearable, and love did it scorn
I felt the cold end as it gripped me with hate
moving to nothing my thirst would not sate
the end was so hollow, so numb and so dry
as the end placed the penny upon my dead eye
the breath was released as the moth flew away
the end was like  nightfall, gave finish to day
and it would be- From The Dark Faerie Journal
Sherrie Lee Hurd May 2010
It's unbearable claws
neverending dispair
a pain you would know
like blood in the snow
like rain on hot skin
the line was drawn thin
between sanity and then
the mind with its sin
a caged feral beast
is my love at least
the morning I dread
so I won't go to bed
and I will wait with the night
in the veneer of this lie
until morning light
fightning sleep
until dawn
on my breast
I yawn
then I
weep
unkowingly,
fighting sleep
I rather not sleep, for I will regret what I have done in the morning.
Sherrie Lee Hurd May 2010
From the corner of my eye
I see you there, you're staring
In that black robe you are wearing
daring me to question you
From the corner of my eye
I know your curiosity
but paired with animosity
and I must find out why
The truth  I've always given
but your hatred it has driven
my heart it feels your bitterness
alone without a reason
could it just be the season
that you protest the feeling
the love in you, you're reeling
and yet don't understand
the movements of my hand
the melody that guides me
and sits so still beside me
that pushes me to heaven
from nightfall until seven
I think of you in time dear
and worship you with no fear
from the hem of my soft dress
until the dawning day
I will not feel distress
as you still pass my way
In sadness I will wonder
why you never speak to me
but maybe it is something
that was never meant to be
and this rhythm that i hear
is what will set me free
my wings are torn and tattered
from all the love thats scattered
but your voice was here
right next to my ear
with cynical solitude
alone I will fear
I feel you understand me not
and my heart aches alone
in some dark empty spot
so be it.
Just a thought after midnight...:)- From The Dark Faerie Journal

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