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DC raw love Mar 2015
A sleepless heart threw lonely nights
Eternally lost with bruised emotions

With endless doors of hurt and pain
Only to be closed when love is in sight

Tired and beatened through this lonely path
You try to hold onto to your fairytale dream

Not ever knowing what real love is
Leads you to not know what to look for

Thinking back when you were a child
Your fairytail of prince charming and chariot awaiting
Was only a fairytail

Now realizing that fairytales do not come true
You know wish upon a star
The pearls,
Oh how they remind me of the ocean
The cool breeze, the waves slowly crashing
The birds (I forget what they're called, seagills I think)
Yeah, them, flying through the sky and landing on the shores

All the happy memories I once had
All the happy times
Now taken away from me
Snatched right from my fingers
And now here I am left cold
Cold and naked in an empty room, all black

With no soul left,
no emotions,
feelings,
nothing,
no memories

A slave to myself, a slave to the only things I know
Toture to the soul
No mercy, that's all I've known
All he's taught me

Death be upon thy soul were the only words I were taught
He snatched them all, all my memories
And all my happy thoughts
He naked me, naked my soul, naked my mind
And left me there
In that dark empty room with all the voices

The voices
Oh yes, it was the voices that kept me in agony
They kept whispering
"The end is coming" "The end is coming"
Beatened down and broken
There was nothing left to live for,
So I ended it

I don't know where I got it
But sonehow a knife when through my heart
Ending all the agony and within those last few moments,
I remembered
I saw the pearls again one last time
The pearls that reminded me of my memories

Funny what love can do to you
Funny how it emptys you
How it leaves you naked with only the voices to clench to
Reno Dallas Aug 2015
Hmm
I was thinking
And right as I began to think
Another thought harassed me
Hmm
Now I'm confused
What shall I do
Go the first way
Or the way of the harassing thought
Hmm
Detour or stay on the beatened path
First wins
I am back on track again
Down to the bottom of a dropped sky past the horizon you'll see a sun. Its burnt and bewiderment cast shadows on the dawn. No light on the fringes of night beatened back into the sight. Roaming the scape of a dream ive had in the past. Ive seen this before how strange to see it again. Interpretations and madness...

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