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Tina Marie Oct 2014
I see your soul wandering in the night
My soul in response reaches out to you
I long to fill your life with light

Too many times you've felt the bite
Depression and rage forming a bitter brew
I see your soul wandering in the night

I was once like you, joy clouded from sight
A spectator in everything I would do
I long to fill your life with light

The yawning abyss with teeth gleaming bright
The shadowed recesses of deep purple hue
I see your soul wandering in the night

I'll rise against the monsters and fight
Against your demons I'll stand true
I long to fill your life with light

Every wrong I wish to make right
So that your love for me will accrue
I see your soul wandering in the night
I long to fill your life with light
Inspired by someone that called me their light
Aiman Oct 2014
My past is haunting me still
Harassing me against my will
If only i could erase my past
Wouldn't my mind be much happier perhaps?
But it's still there, it's going nowhere
Imprisoned in my mind
Waiting for the right time
To torture me again and again
Pain after pain till i'm going insane
If only....
A tortured artist
Going the hardest
On the verge of a rest that will last an eternity
But not until the masterpiece is finished
Diminished sanity because of the paintbrushes vanity
But it’s ok because the art will transcend mortality and define reality
So I continue to stare into the destructive void for the arts benefit and beauty
©william.a.johnson 2014
Can I be every love song written?
Or a longing lost in your heart?
Sweet melodies and
Forgotten harmonies
Are the ampersands linking my soul with yours.
Sempiternal presence and wishes,
Have you found a rocondite?
You will never be able to catch a bolide,
Nor find Yoknapatawpha.
Yet why do I feel so close to you?
A la belle étoile,
Under the beautiful star,
Maybe I wish to be held
In honest, caring arms.
Serendip will come at last,
Cicatrix will fade away.
As I slowly saxify,
Will you ever realize
Now is too late?
Quietus: receipt; release; act of dispatching or disposing of; knockout or fatal blow; death.

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