A killer of a night,
Playing with the devil,
Someone got to lose.
Heavens gate are open and waiting,
All I can do is sit and watch,
Pray its not tonight.
Its hard watching someone you love waste away before your eyes.
Life is for fun,
So play the devils game if you must,
Live life to the full,
For sure the devil will cut you short.
A little fun is hard to watch,
I’m not sure how much longer I will.
Head Buried, Not Me!
Head buried in daily life,
What’s happened to the human spirit?
Plain shirts, following suit, home by 6.
Dead to the world by 12,
Cinderella left the ball.
Metal through my lip, red in my hair,
Being me and not hiding the fact.
An unearthed passion for music,
A voice that will be heard!
I’m not playing that game.
Velvet rose may lay on my bed,
Under a sea of thorns,
That keep me awake.
Many sleepless nights ahead,
I won’t give up the fight!
Trust In Myself
Wanting someone to trust,
I'm easy to break,
Like a china doll.
Wanting this hurt to leave me,
Knowing I can't trust the ones I should.
Wanting someone to talk to,
I have only myself,
I'm going out of my mind.
If I speak the world knows my trouble,
I'm in this world; I'm on my own.
Trust was taken from me,
Like the tit taken from a newborn,
Needing it but never having.
I've given trust many times,
For it to be thrown back in my face,
Do I not deserve trust?
Am I one the to blame?
Without a flame to ignite,
Blowing out the flame,
Before the wax is moulded.
A Man’s Dirty Night
Consumed in his own thoughts,
In his own little Paris.
People on pass by,
The queue going nowhere,
His pockets are empty,
Everyone asking for money.
The last of his change spent in that greasy spoon,
Washing last night session away.
Two coffee’s and gut buster,
The pounding head slips away into it’s own coma.
She was good,
She was bad,
She wasn’t cheap,
She may have looked it under the bridge,
Knickers to the knee’s.
She complained that she cut her knee,
He nailed her good.
The checkout girl say’s next,
He snap out of his thoughts with a smile,
Hard to hide his thoughts,
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Walking through the doors fill like a sin,
Hundreds of years of faith instilled in these walls.
His house is cheapened by lights that are charged by the dollar,
Take a postcard,
Religion comes at a price.
Flashes from cameras fill out his heaven,
Where people come for mass,
To look for guidance in these dark days.
We’re taking away the faith instilled in these walls.
These are now a places of history,
Not a haven for those with faith.
I feel a presence at ease,
Searching within myself for faith.
We all need a saviour in a time of need.
We walk along the same path,
Our hands are covered in his blood,
We seek an answer for the crimes we’ve committed.
Only to find his house sold for the highest price.
Is Christmas dying?
Holly that hang from the door is disappearing,
Lights don’t shine so bright.
Christmas goodwill and spirit is hard to be found,
Feeling I’ve found my scrooge.
Is it now that I’ve grown I see a different picture,
Not so tinted in green and gifts.
Santa filling my stocking,
Everything such a dream through a child eyes.
Nativity plays being played at school,
The birth of Christ instilled into our lives.
Life is changing with so many different cultures and beliefs.
Will the true meaning be lost?
When we have people digging a hole with their wallets.
Christmas is not about the biggest present,
Or how much money you’ve spent.
Christmas for me is about love,
Giving it through goodwill, with a smile or just being there.
People may lose faith in religion,
Never lose faith in Christmas,
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