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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
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)
Forgive me, for I am condemned.
My love I see you every night,
But the flames keep me away.

I try to reach out, to save you;
The heat is too intense, it defeats me.
I can not see you through searing pain.

Your screams tear me apart, I am beaten back.
Then there is silence and I hear you no more,
Tears fall, the agony as they trace my burnt flesh.

Oh Megan, I miss you more than life itself;
You were my life, my soul, my reason to be.
Why were you taken from me, love, pray tell me?

You now haunt my nightmares, I still hear you.
Your screams split apart my sanity, and the mirror;
It forever reminds me of this scar that Hell gave me.

Now I only have the darkness inside, and shown in words.
These very words I write, as if I am to be forever cursed,
Cursed to need to remember your face, with this dead heart.
based on Byron Lorde (Phantom)
I tried to reach you
I failed to do that
So I lost you, my love
Now this man is lost

All I have are memories
I fear they are nightmares
As I relive that moment
Over and over again

I should be the one
Under the earth, not you
You should have been saved
I should have died instead

Forgive me, Megan, please
I wish I could hold you
Still tell you how much I need you
But all I have left are these tears
From the story of Byron and Holly
I am here, and I wonder
My mind begins to wander
I am somewhere else, with you
Forgotting the things I went through

Your words, they always touch me
Thoughts of you set me free
If only I could envision your face
To have your beauty I could trace

Take me away from all this sadness
Rid me of my inner most stress
I feel emotions that are ready to strike
Here I am, I wonder what do you look like
Byrons poem to Holly (his secret tribute for her).

From the Beautiful Words story.
The mind is hidden,
Where shadows remain.
Blood is spilled,
Leaving a dark stain.

For the heart,
It can sometimes die.
And tears will fall,
That will never dry.

I am ******,
With both future and past.
To be never forgiven,
For the things I have cast.
Alas, I am two poets,
Trapped inside one mind.
Living separate lives, entwined;
Mirrored souls of each other.

Created out of insecurity,
Places the darkened times lay.
Released but I was never free,
Never meant to see existence.

In confusion, I hurt maidens fair,
Broke their hearts and took their souls.
But I knew who I really could be,
I was a shattered facade of crystal.

Suicide soon beckoned me, so near,
My mind collided and I escaped.
Once again I feel into darkness,
Lost in the depths of imagination.

My story is still to be told, released,
For a phantom still dwells inside.
When least he thought me long gone,
Will be the time for me to return, once more.

— The End —