Whispers Toward The Darkness

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Another ten paces and I fall again 
to my knees 
the truth too unbearable 
like the scorch of the sun, it will burn hot 
no running will get you further away from it 
no amount of water could ever cleanse 
no sound can drown the songs of deceit 
when devils are allowed to dance all around you
their voices are soft, tempting, and following
their gestures a play before only my eye
pull me and push me…my story, my actions, my ending
I’m in a trance and see the world beyond this painful pane
fraternizing with demons and laying proud in the shadows
but the promises I have received still lure me
so for now I will bed the malevolent
and risk the glass being broken
 

The Shadows Are Still There

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I stood there high and saw the sorrow from loss below 
my heart did nothing 
tomorrows came with tears all around but still nothing 
why did you get to take the both of us away 
from a life of no regret 
you controlled everything 
now you are nothing 
not even a thing anymore 
you should have been made to be someone who lives with it too 
but instead got to leave with half of the secrets 
I bare the weight of two 
heavy with memories of darkness 
pained by unheard screams of listen to me 
I grieving not death 
no, I am grieving the loss chances 
to face hurt with words 
stab hard with scars shown with no shame  
be the trial seeking reason and forgiveness 
only I forever will walk the green mile alone 
and life as I know it throws your sentence away forever 

 
 
 
 

Dances with the Devil

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In the hours where most sleep 
I sit in a purple lit booth 
something beautiful catches eyes as they adjust 
neon lights flicker as it dances…I watch
soft music plays the soundtrack of inhibitions leaving 
fake smoke to cloud judgement so what is seen is seen 
what is felt is felt
the night, the morning, make love to born a single time 
where mistakes are suppressed by the high of letting go  
bartenders, over there gossip, whisper, and glare  
still tolerant of these patron games
but only until the last tip 
nothing good comes of the hours between night and day 
it is where fantasies live in the moment 
and shadows hide the truths of deception 
for the thrill of finding places that the world forgets about
are games played by strangers in pass
with lost souls, bruised hearts,
and access to the wrong medicine
 

Rainy Nights Devils Dance 

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rainy nights devils dance  
their guise of secrets 
under piss-yellow street lights
in the alleys cast shade 
when monsters come out to play  
who can barely see a thing as Hyde shows  
every line blurred
people touching 
music lulling sensual acts 
dirty corners whisper in commentary 
jealous they didn’t swallow first 
illicits hold all those to deeds of passion and lust
no one cares about anything and only want more 
the creatures dance and hypnotize
until the sharp sun rises then they flee 
changing it back once again