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The War Inside Your Head

Reflecting on the broken past,
All I see is smoke and flames.
The million bridges I left burning,
This house of matches that I made.
An obvious flaw in the design,
The blueprints were drawn to fail.
Sketched with a ink,
A shade called failure.
On a boat named "Going Nowhere" with no sail.
Sailing sea's of the blackest emptiness,
A perfect disaster I did create. 
The can of gas now empty,
I constructed this great blaze.

My life, my loss, my loneliness.
The ashes poured in empty graves.
The coffins held no bodies,
Rather the world I could not save.
They followed me to failure,
Not a leader but a slave.
Marching to someone else's drum,
I lost myself along the way.
I forgot the meaning found in deep blue skies!
That the sun would rise to fight the shade,
And in the process it would kill the pain.
The demons fled from sight.
Destroying the shadows darkness made.
How the trees would dance in the perfect breeze,
And that flowers smiled as they prayed.

Thank God for the lonely Moon,
Who did record a promise that I made.

"I will fight throughout the darkest night,
Restoring order with my sword.
Uproot the seeds that sorrow sowed,
When peace an torment went to war.
I will be a voice for the voiceless.
A sign of hope for those who cannot see.
A vision of triumph to symbolize Death's,
For the ones who cannot dream.
A beacon in the night,
For all who remain lost.
A knight to fight the war for you,
No matter what it costs.
A pillar of strength, 
To stabilize the shaken.
From blooming Spring to Winters frost."

I swear I will find you in that darkened forrest,
Beneath the dying leaves.
A shoulder for you to lean upon,
And I swear I'll never leave.

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Pursuing the Memory of a Ghost Through the Gates of Darkened Perception: the Depths of My Ascension

Dreams crumble just like my thoughts,
At least when I think of you.
I'm left gathering myself'
My minds eye's mirror's breaking through.
Broken shards of silver glass,
Reflecting horrors of broken paths.
I've let down myself in everything I do.
And I seem to have lost myself in the process of forgetting truth.
Or at least what it used to be,
Before you fed it to the moon.
Now I'm fading with memory,
Just like shadows of you.

I'm a ghost in the night,
passing graves in pale light.
Cemeteries weep with me
echoing the requiem of an aria like the lullaby of fright.
Digging up the corpses of another dying life.
Condemned to walk in darkness,
A pallbearer weighing his own stone.
It appears i live in dust amongst mist & hollow bone.
Sleeping in a grave,
A bed I've made my own.
I turn tombs of my despair into a sepulcher's throne.
Collecting ashes of the dead longing to see the sun again.
Trapped in dirt for months,
I haven't seen the light of day in your eyes.

Winter chill drawing near,
Freezing all I fear.
The world frozen in white perfection,
My heart through the snow.

Walking through the gates i was Engulfed in a great light.
A voice said i was merely sleeping,
Dreaming everything's alright.

I saw visions of your ghost as you were leading me home...

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Dracula Woman

I wish I could wake from this dream to see everything before me.
The clouds, the sky, the birds that sing, a soul in early mourning.
It's raining the same way it always seems to rain.
The street melts beneath my feet,
Asphalt adheres to thoughts that never flew.
Like saying, " Let me hold the door!".
Just to watch it close on you!

I cannot receive those, who cannot see truth.
I cannot read dead letters, when I see them though and through.
As if you're made of glass, I see your future through your past.
They're both filled with cracks and we'll soon be falling fast.
I saw the future play out in a moment that was a dream.
It felt like years,
but only how it seemed.
Dead lullabies pouring over words mumbled by lips that have been sewn shut.
I tried to keep them open,
I swear I loved you so much.
My heart still bleeds from the night you sucked it dry, you stitched it in the night.
Still a vampire in my eyes,
I see darkness in yours.
You've perfected regret inside my heart,
Thanks for blocking out the shame.
This road you've led me down,
 Thanks for blotting out the pain.
A day in your life i'm entangled in a storm,
My fingers knotted in your hair,
My arms Bleeding from your thorns.

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Silence Found In Solitude

It would seem some days,
We just waited for the day.
To find out where we are,
And today I feel okay.
To explain the million reasons why,
The seasons truly fade.
We've forgot the bluest skies,
Beauty found in summer shade.
The memories that Autumn brought,
And all the promises it made.

Novembers my favorite time of year.
Embers of December cannot reach me here.
April showers extinguish doubters,
May arrives with flowers now I'm here

At the top of the world.
I haven't forgotten the whispers of true knowledge.
Found in silent summer plights.
Perfection in reflection,
I swear I almost lost the fight.
Trapped beneath the surface,
on the darkest of darkest nights.

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Beauty In the Shape of a Rose

Last night I had this dream,
 where your smile was still alive.
I watched our hearts beat,
 beauty poured from your eyes.
Please let me sleep,
 just don't tell me its a lie.

Aurora I swear I loved you,
  but perfection never lasts.
As once you were so near,
 it feels you're never coming back.
Everyday you built your walls,
 and drew your lines for hate to cross.

Everyday is the same but I swear today I've changed.
Because yesterday is gone as tomorrow slowly drifts away.
Your still dancing in my dreams I cannot get away.

I wake to see your smiling face,
 yet it will not warm this heart.
I should have given in,
 somewhere before the start.

Dreams of ghosts walk down that lonely road.
I saw myself holding hands with the reasons i cannot sleep.
And with these bloodshot eyes I only dream that I can wink.
All I ever did was spill poison over hope.
There beauty stood a rose,
with poison and a rope.
Goodbyes weren't meant to be like this.
I'm done walking backwards Wasting with the summer sun.
Here I am in the dead of winter with a million reasons to start over.

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A Silhouette Trapped In Negative Space: a World Where Poets Never Lie and Words Never Die

I feel so far away, from that place I was today.
Standing in your shadow, only a thought away.
I tried to say everything to you, the day my lips never moved.
It was always times like these my words they never meant as thing,
At least not to you.

Reverberations of the frailty of life, Echoing like regret of all the wasted nights.
Why do I let my thoughts dwell in such darkness as these shadows?
Maybe for a greater purpose, in retrospect of all the gallows.
I'm not yet hanging from the ceiling, and still I see no ropes.
Is my voice yet equivalent to the likeness of a ghost?
Pumping through your speakers.
What do you miss the most?
Because i miss dancing between the walls of your embrace.
A feeling of warmth that could never be replaced.
Unless I find a day just dreaming I could face,
The darkness of despair I left drifting, in the thoughts of this dead space.

Why waste the words, when writing them is a race?
Thoughts of letters not existing, slowly catching up to pace.
The rhythm of a pencil, somethings cant be erased.
Unlike the vision of a fool, somethings are just displaced.
Light shining through my windows but never on my face.

Collections of broken truth , volumes of a wasted youth.
I'll take the color purple and watch the words turn it blue.
I'm done wasting time for stalling brings nothing new.

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Everytime It Rains

Every time it rains...
I remember summer nights and feel your pain.
Clouds form under Angel's eyes,
They cradle you inside their wings.
Tear drops fall with prayers,
I'd give anything to start this over.

It appears I'm sleeping with the light on again.
(so alone, trapped inside that room)
Company shining from behind the lamp shade.
(and it feels no ones coming home.)
Lost inside that garden,
(Blood letters, scribed in solitude.)
Turning to that fractured looking glass.
(hoping for some clarity.)
Could I possibly look back?
( My lord the wolves are chasing me!)

Gray skies break once more,
Revealing sorrow through open wounds.
We've built our lives on blind chance,
A guess on which door to open next.
For now everyone is locked.

You've been a thousand miles away before,
You returned with spring.. The memories..
I will never again lose sight of the flowers,
I once saw bloom in your embrace.
Like the dreams when you showed me how to feel alive.
(I saw visions of the future, I could swear I saw you standing there)
Bringing in the morning sun with a rose in your hair.
( I saw beauty in the shape of a smile)

Remembering an angellic face,
I saw you walk through the front door,
but I'm still waiting for your return.
I've written all these songs for you.
(are you still a few words away?)
So many nights we've shared before.
(Please don't tell me every one was spent in vain)
After all I've wrote this song for you.

I would take the sun from my sky and place it above yours,
even if it burned like hell putting it there.
And I'd pretend it didn't hurt,
Just so I didn't interrupt your smile.
I'd do anything to say I tried,
Even if i was blind.
The truth is i did nothing.
(You showed me love through your heart holding mine)

I would change if you told me I could breathe,
My lungs forget to work every time I try.

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Sunrise In the Shadows

Every time I see the sun disappear before my eyes,
I dissipate inside the fog, Watching nothing materialize.
A black and empty hole, My heart is trapped within your eyes.
I'm screaming at the night, Bereft of love lost in the skies.
The day it went away, the stars they fell and cried.

And so their tears had left a trail, Reminding all, that all can die.
A sad but bitter truth, The truth is that love is blind.
I could've never saw the day, that broken Angel learned to fly.
But she returned upon the night, I thought for sure that I had died.

A ghost trapped inside a graveyard, A pale light drifting through the fog.
Her tears fell upon my face, As she gently wept throughout the night.
I awoke to see her standing there, Although blurry from the light.
I remembered how she'd always shine, I've reached heaven to my delight.

"Oh Purity how I love thee dear, I could swear that I was dead."
I looked to my left to find a rose & razor where I bled.

She handed my heart and this is what she said,
"I have kept it all along in the safest place right next to mine,
If I'd let you keep it'd be soaked in bitter cyanide & wine.
Come with me to the stars, They've waited so long to shine.
Stand up and walk with me and I will show you, you are fine."

Walking towards the morning sun, Silhouettes of shadows within the trees.
Holding hands with a ghost, Finally I am set free!
I wake up from my dream with the sun shining beautifully in the sky.
laying at a grave a smile slid across my face.

Here lies Purity,
An Angel who died October 8th.
But always she'll be loved,
never forgotten to this day.
As a child she took my heart,
and promised to keep it safe.
It's full of passion for true art.
Like the suns undying rays.
Never let it disappear,
especially inside the shade.

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A Dream of How She Almost Died

Lately I do not know what it even means to dream.
In my youth I saw a vision,
But this life is not the one I'd seen.
So much hope for that future,
And all it had to offer.
I knew one day I'd reach the top,
But along the way I'd surely suffer.
I knew the contents of the safe,
But it appears I've lost the combination

She looks so graceful,
In every way she moves.
A free spirit dancing,
Beneath the summer moon.
A prisoner by day,
To such a fragile train of thought.
Tortured as a youth,
Regrets of innocence once lost.

Mixing shards of glass inside a vial of bitter poison.
A choice to leave it all without a care or any reason.
Anything to run away and escape another changing season.

In so few years allowed to pass,
A couple burned so bright.
She could see a faint glimmer of that hope,
On the darkest dreary night.
Omit the one that seemed to be her last,
Aurora grabbed the bottle,
And swallowed it so fast.
Raising it up to see the emptiness inside.
Reminded of herself,
She took a breath and closed her eyes.

Waking to the sound of wind blowing through the tree's,
A perfect day to be alive.
She left her past beneath the Autumn leaves...