Young

Is this where my mind was thrown into the abyss?
Haunted so young touched by deaths kiss.
Made to feel so guilty and cheap.
Like nothing more than a toy to keep.
Shown the door of such horrors galore,
to ruin my life through extreme mental strife.
Defiled and admonished till I no longer felt consious,
of true human desire that gives us lifes fire.
I once was so young but quickly turned old.
As the cold devils hand reached forth and took hold.
I cannot tell thee how much I do need,
to express my love and desire like a true human being.

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The Grind

So confused I don't know what's real.
Casing false leads in hope to find,
all the great love that's been left behind.
I keep on searching in the hope,
the grind that will end in love that's yours and mine.

Confused and lostthis taxing grind,
I know we're both caught in a deadly bind.
Searching searching in loves true song.
I just want others to steer clear,
so I can find you with no wrong.

Everyday I feel so close,
yet within a moments time it feels so long.
I'll grind on through with dilligence true.
Until the day I finally get to you.

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Depths

Down in the depths of the great blue sea.
I drown in sorow and boundless selfpity.
Ghosts of the past haunt so eriely.

Ever time I near the surface,
demons down below grab with ill purpose.
To beat and plunder what hope is left,
I now drown here in these hopless depths

I wander through to ry and find my way.
To a new life a brighter better day.
On and on the journey goes,
continually stepping on others toes.
Every time I learn a lesson a trapis sprung,
I start regrettin.

Drowning in these horrid depths.
Please save my soul it's close to death.

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The Mist

Through the mist I wander.
With all the time to ponder.
Beasts of such ferocity come at me with such intensity.
I continue on of neccesity,
to find a true philosophy.
The mists so dense.
I need to make recommpence.
For all that's wrong I must confess.
I cannot stand this lonley test.
In the mist and in the midst.
I'm truly blind it gives me fits.
The mist is thick,
it eats you cold and quick.
Beats you madly like a switch.
The mist is dark it kills the heart.
Madly eats you like a shark.
The mist is cold and I grow old.
Hopefully soon I'll find my hold.

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A Thanksgiving

A thanksgiving fills my heart and soul.
I'm finally digging my way out of this vicious dark hole.
I finally see for years what I had need.
Realization of your useless greed.

Out of my life I feel the room I need.
To breathe and relax my soul is no longer taxed.
You broke down my mind,
and my willingness to live.
All in the name of your ego,
and supremacy reigns.

I don't hate you at all but I no longer need,
all the torture and pain to which I almost fatally bleed.
So A thanksgiving is given and so deeply felt.
Stay away from me now I no longer need your hell.

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You Love Me

I know you love me like I love you.
Yet you keep us apart.
Now what am I to do?
I want no other, they cannot suffice.
You're my biggest vice.

You love me.
So why not roll the dice?
Do you fear I'll break your heart?
Why with you would I want to part?
In your hand you hold my heart.

Please be gentle and do not hamper.
I think you love me too, just as I do you.
Please put your fear aside and do not hide.
Be with me and together we will be strong.

Without you the days and nights stretch so long.
Please be mine and I'll be true.
Life has no meaning without you.

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Worthy

Don't feel that you're not worthy.
It really isn't so.
To believe you're not deserving.
Denies what we both know.
That what we need is here and shows.

I want no other.
Compared to you they're far below.
If I didn't feel you worthy.
The thought of you would have grown weary.
For you I have the best respect.
With your mighty intellect.

You give me reason to reflect.
I know that you are awesome through.
If only you would see it too.
You're worthy now for what is true.
Come on now and see it through.
If you don't we'll just be blue.
We truly need this splendid jewel.

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Blackness

Venturing into a big black hole.
Emptiness surrounds, it fills my soul.
The grandness of the blackness takes control.

Hopeless, meaningless damn the blackness.
The blackness inside that does feed us and beats us.
It swallows me up and feeds my soul.
Heats the hate that makes me cold.

It reaches out and takes a hold.
To drive me further in blackness bold.
Further and further it's freakishly cold.
Enveloped yet to be told.
No boundries how far will it go?

We've got to see how dark the black can be.
So venture now to blackness hold.
You must be bold to take this road.

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Invisible

I wander through this land oblique.
Invible to all I seek.
I've growen weak and weary,
from the troubles of this never ending queary.

I've faded from your point of view.
No longer needed cast in blue.
Invible now without an audible cry.
For my figure does not reach your eyes.

So strange how I've become invisible.
Memories of the past erased by this crucible.
Our love and exsistence hung out to dry.
With commencing lies of the love we hide.

It's all so blank this crying plea.
Invible drowning in this dying sea.
No longer here,
no longer there.
I'm invisible now with deep dispair.

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Simple Pleasures

The simple pleasures in life are best.
Spending time with speacial freinds.
Letting them know that they depend.
You'll always be there to defend.
Taking time to sit and think.
To ponder how great the world can be.
Sit and read while drinking tea.
It's all a splendid treat for me.
A peaceful walk down in the park.
Taking in it's gorgeous spark.
The precious wonders are so stark.
Listening to music that gives you hope.
These simple pleasures are what I need.
So life doesn't grow tired and boring.
Enjoy them all because life is short.
Cherish these things inside your heart.

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