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To sleep perchance to dream, Oh what lovely sentiment. But what is one to do, When dreams turn into horrors? When visions of love and beauty, Transform to hate and filth. And friends turn into monsters, Should one simply run away? When one can not escape, Even within ones own mind. And safe harbour cannot be found, Is there any hope for peace? Perhaps one must face the horror, That waits

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As I stare at the blank sheet of paper I find myself unable to think of ways to fill it What well become of me when I have nothing left? No words to speak, no stories left to tell What shall I do when my imagination fails me? When my thoughts no longer sing sweet melodies Is there anything left when all the words are gone? Perhaps I am doomed to fall into the emptiness of silence How many have

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The destiny of the Never Was Makes little difference to the waking world The voices of the Never Were Cannot be heard to echo The Never Was and Never Were Cannot be seen by waking eyes For they live amongst the Might Have Been And are nothing more than shadows Each and every Never Was Glimmers bright for but a moment Each and every Never Were Speaks only in a whisper For they are the thoughts

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There was one single rule down on Sycamore Street That all the kids followed whenever they’d meet Whenever they went out to run and to play At house 666 they would all keep away Everyone knew that that house was bad And light never shone, not even a tad From out of the windows of house 666 That creepy old house made of crumbling bricks The house wasn’t empty as everyone knew Because every so

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There's a tree stands alone in a meadowWhere the down and the downtrodden swingThere's a fairies circle intertwined in it's root knotsWhere the creatures of night come to singAt the base of the tree you can find herOn the nights when the old moon is highThere she waits patiently for her loverTo slowly grow old and to dieDressed in a gown made of teardrops and heartacheSorrow etched into her

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Bury me with coffersSo that I may pay the manWho waits upon the riverWith a sickle in his handHe stands before me silentFor there are no words to sayWe both know the destinationBut he’s the only one who knows the wayI know no matter what I doHe shall not change his courseAnd that this shall be my final journeyYet I refuse to feel remorseFor anything I may have doneAgainst country, kith or kinFor

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Wracked with guilt full of despairThough try to act like you don’t careGuardian angels watch with tears in their eyesNo longer able to see through your disguiseCould it be you’re too far gone?Has this charade gone on too long?Has it come down to sink or swim?Can you escape this mess you’re in?Push away the helping handThe one I won’t extend againThe hand that could have saved your lifeNow holding

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The eyes of a childCan see the truth of a fairy taleThe eyes of a childCan find wonder in the mundaneThe eyes of a childCan find peace in a battlefieldIf only to once more be able to seeThrough the eyes of a childTo know the simple pleasuresOf a game of hide and seekTo be able to see the magicThat lies beyond the rainbowWhen was it that I lost my child’s eyes?Was it when I faced the real worldAnd

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She raises a hand to help youAnd she wants to offer shelterFrom the cold December winterThat is blowing up around you But her body’s weak and frail nowAnd she cannot seem to grasp youAnd you’re slipping through her fingersWhile the wind is laughing madly You struggle to move forwardBut the snow is getting deeperAnd you cannot get your footingOn the ice where you are standing

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Whenever I am in painYou are always thereTo pour salt on my woundsAnd for that I hate youWhenever I sufferYou are always thereTo mock me relentlesslyAnd for that I hate you as wellWhenever I am lonelyYou are always thereTo remind me just how worthless I amAnd for that I will hate you foreverHowever, little do you realizeThat it is your scorn that fuels meIt is my hatred of you that keeps me

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You can’t see meBut I can see youStanding there all aloneThinking that you are perfectly safeIf only you had the slightest ideaOf what I have in store for youOh what fun we shall haveWell, at least I will anywayYou thought yourself so powerfulSo strong willed and independentIn your dreams my loveFor I own you nowYou never saw it comingHow debonair you thought I wasIf only you knew that this

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Something inside me died tonightThough I’m not really sure what it wasMy heart is still beatingMy lungs still draw breathEven so, something just isn’t the same anymoreThe feelings I used to have are no longer thereIn their place is an emptiness I cannot fillA dark place I cannot illuminateI don’t really know what’s wrong with meThough it seems like foreverSince I cared about anythingEven about

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Will you spread my ashesWhen I am gone from here?Will you keep my memory And promise to hold it dear?Will there be a special place For me within your heart?Will there still be love for me After I depart?I do not need your sympathySo do not shed a tearJust remember though I am goneI shall still be nearSomewhere within memory Is where I shall remainBut please forget my shadow If it causes too much

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I wear a shroud of misery A blanket of despairI eat a meal of treachery Have sorrow as my lairI hide among the shadows And cringe against the lightI avoid the sunlight And pay homage to the nightI do not ask for pity For I know there’s none to spareBut if you ever come across me Please do so with careFor I may be a monster Of that I have no doubtBut your hatred is something I could simply do

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A shadow lingers in the airAs a slight breeze flows through your hairA gentle touch caresses your skinAnd then you are alone againYour heart races, then skips a beatYou try to run but can’t retreatOut of fear you start to cryWhen in your ear you hear a sigh“Do not fear” you hear it say“For here with you I cannot stayI shall be gone from here tomorrowThough leaving you fills me with sorrow”The

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Sitting in a darkened roomThat starts to feel just like a tombWatching shadows on the wallHearing screams from down the hallToo scared to even leave your bedVoices shouting in your headWishing for a little lightSo you can make it through the nightWhy you are here you do not knowBut there is nowhere else to goFor those you love have left you hereAnd then they simply disappearMemories start to fill

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For a few moments you and I are oneYou and I intertwinedDancing together we share our secretsOur deepest desires meldFor a few moments our lives are spread openOur souls locked togetherAs time stands still we danceDarkness is our only witnessNeither of us wants this to endTo be like this forever would be blissBut the sun is beginning to riseAnd you have drawn your final breath

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I try to look deep withinTo find the strength to go onBut I fear that strength has left meAnd I am running on fumesI try to find that part of meThat has the courage to fightBut I fear that the battleMay have already been lostGreater warriors that IHave fallen at your feetBut I shall not let you winMy greatest enemyThe villain that stalks my daysThe evil that haunts my dreamsThe creature that

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Sleepless nights in muggy roomsWaiting for relief to comeA prayer for rain to end the tortureOf yet another dreary dayThere will be no relief any time soonAnd prayers fall upon deaf earsYet the blistering heat does nothingTo warm the cold heart withinA soft cool breeze rustles the curtainsIn a vane attempt to bring comfortSo little it is barely even noticedAnd just as quickly fades awayA bird

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It’s easy to let goWhen you have nothing to hold on toIt’s easy to drift awayWhen you have nothing to hold on toPetty and smallNothing at allThat is what I amAnd all I’ll ever beIt’s easy to say goodbyeWhen you have no one to hold on toIt’s easy to walk awayWhen you have no one to hold on toPetty and smallNothing at allThat is what I amAnd all I’ll ever beIt’s easy to just give upWhen you have no

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She lives on the corner of ‘No Daddy Lane’Everyday for her is exactly the sameThree screaming kids with no father is sightIs it no wonder that she cries herself to sleep every night?She dropped out of school when the first boy looked her wayHe got her pregnant but he didn’t staySo she spends her time wandering from man to manLooking for love the only way that she canShe gets a government handout

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I come to this same place every year on this date.I am drawn to this place, it is special to me yet each time I come seems to take longer and longer.I fear that this may be my last trip here for it is a perilous journey.For some unknown reason coming here fills me with great sadness.As I near closer to this special place I see my darling wife waiting for me.She is holding a bouquet of beautiful

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I am a poetA prophetA preacherA saintI am a devilA liarA strangerA fateI live in darknessI live in painI live in hurtIt's all the sameI live in lightI live in fearOf loosing allThat I hold dearI have been so many thingsFrom paupers to princesFrom robbers to kingsNo one knows from where I cameSome would say that god's to blameI try to be all that I canFor in truth I am only...Human

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The dull grey smoke of a cigaretteFills my lungs with ashesThe slow death of a cowardSuicidal yet afraid to dieThe dream is now overBrutal reality has taken its placeI know all too well what I amNo more than a simple clichéNothing more than a tortured soulLost in a sea of tortured soulsEach of us hoping to be moreThan what we really areBags of flesh and boneClinging to empty livesDreaming of

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Slit my wrists and hope to dieWipe the tears that sting my eyesWash away the hurt and shameRemove the chains that left me lameTake a step and then one morePast the threshold, through the doorThat leads me to the other sideWhere I no longer need to hideFree from sorrow, free from painFree to start my life againFree my spirit, free my soulAllow me to once again feel wholePast the darkness into the

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On gossamer wingsShe flies among angelsNever allowing her feetTo touch the soiled earth belowShe flies off to unknown placesNever pausing to look backNow nothing can harm herAnd all heartache has passedOn to new horizons she travelsWhere grand adventures are waitingShe bids farewell to the life left behindFor she knows she does not need it nowOnce upon a time she had known sufferingOnce upon a

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The chill of winter frostHas seemed to freeze my very beingAll essence of what I wasBuried in the depths of the frozen abyssThere is no heat to warm meNo flicker on the shadows to light my wayLost in this forever winterI become as cold as the night that surrounds meLight a candle and say a prayerPray for the innocence that might have beenHad I not stumbled into this frozen wastelandWhere no human

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God had once told me a storySaid I would only live till fortyTold me that my life had simply been a wasteWell I just laughed and statedThat I had no idea why he waitedIf he wanted I would gladly die todayHe just stood and watched me sadlyFor he knew that I’d die gladlyAnd my life I would hardly miss at allHe said “I cannot help but think I failed youI don’t know what else I can do”Maybe you

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A tattered book of poems is all that’s left of meA tattered book of poems is all I’ll ever beA tattered book of memories written down in rhymeA tattered book of forgotten dreams that always fades with timeI sit and write by candlelight while the moon shines from aboveI sit and write by candlelight but never write of loveI sit and write by candlelight and hope for inspirationI sit and write by

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A shadow adrift on a summer’s breezeI fade into the atmosphereUnnoticed I walk through the streetsWatching others as they passInhaling the sweet aroma of lifeI hum a tune whose name is long forgottenFor a short time I am one of themJust another face in the crowdI loose myself in the massesAll doubt is forgottenAll pain is releasedFor the moment I am contentI smile at an old womanAs she passes me

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Not realJust a figment of imaginationA trick of the lightA shadow dancing on the wallNot realNothing more than mere illusionA misheard wordA fleeting glance from the corner of the eyeNot realThat’s what I amSomething that does not existNothing worth noticingNot realSo do not mind meAnd please ignore the bloodFor it isn’t real either

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I am half in love with deathYet death is twice in love with meHow I long for its gentle caressThe sweet whispered assurancesI yearn for the beauty of eternal blackYearn for the soft touch of nothingnessSurely there is no greater adventureNo greater joy than nothingOblivion I long for youTake me away from heartacheTake me away from my heartTake this thing that ticks awayThis thing that ticks away

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I had a conversation with the devil the other night.We didn't talk about much, mostly politics and weather.I asked him why we had politics and weather.He said because god was a fool.I asked him why he felt that way.He said, "Look around you."I said that I didn't understand.He told me I never would.I'm smarter than the devil thinks I am.Or maybe I am just another fool.Just another fool wishing for

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The valley was covered in darknessNothing could be seeSave for the empty old grave siteWhere the Dark Ranger used to beNow legends go back a long, long timeWhen the valley was still youngWhen bandits, robbers and killersRode the morning sunBack then the valley housed killersGamblers and the likeStories are still toldOf when the Dark Ranger came THAT nightAs stories go it was a night like

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The laughter has vanished on a soft winter breeze,Replaced with the cry of a wounded heart.Carefree summers have long passed.The world has now grown cold.Where once there was life, now nothing remains,Only a shell and lost dreams of what might have been.The future is a lie, nothing more than wishful thinking,Tomorrow is never a promise.Wishful prayers of ‘if only’ are heard between sobs,There is

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Crimson drops decorate your hairIn lovely patterns it dances on the floorMaking art out of sufferingA masterpiece from deathYou shall be my finest workMy crowning gloryYou shall be the oneAll others shall be judged againstBut they will pale in comparisonFor I shall never recapture the magicNever again know the beauty of youFor now you are dead and I am alone

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It’s time to get off your high horse dearestYou are one of us nowThe forgottenThe forsakenYou are one of the lowly ones nowYou who were once so lovedAdored by all who crossed your pathYou are nothing but garbage to them nowForgotten, forsakenYou are one of the lowly ones nowOh whatever did you do?To make them hate you soDid you fly too high like Icarus?How far you must have fallenTo have become

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