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Purgatory

We're trapped, they said. 

I saw it, have you - 

The eyes that seemed wild with insanity? 

You only get a free one way ticket - 

To the place that feeds on the life of you.  

 

It's a crossroad, they said. 

One path may lead you to Heaven, 

While the other to Hell - 

However, did the naivety of your souls 

Ever give in to ignorance? 

 

Stealing away

A curiosi...

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Father.

This make-believe story I predicted in my head,

To pieces upon the ground does it fall.

A happiness once experienced -

A security long gone,

And a father I had imagined -

Now a memory in which I had created.

 

But, the hurt inside is real -

All torn up, how does my heart continue to beat?

A trauma of the past -

Why must I remember what I wish not to?

 

I created...

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Porcelain.

Whispers traveled the corridors,

Anxiety filled the air -

And there in the corner, she lay

As fine as a porcelain,

With skin as cold as ice.

 

Nobody dared to approach

But anyone could see,

The pills that lay nestled -

Within the palm of her hand.

 

And in the midst of all the tension,

The silence seemed to overwhelm -

Those who looked on wanted to run,

Th...

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If Time Had Stopped.

If time had stopped, 
Where you stood and waved -
A hint of a smile that couldn't be erased, 
And we forgave each other.
Like, old friends reuniting... 
Old stories to tell and old feelings long gone.

You knew while I couldn't figure it out,
As a bystander I heard the news.
I had treated life like a dream,
And you were a form of reality as you stepped right in.
You taught me about the ...

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