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A long closed heart can never feel all the beauty
Within the world encompassed in those eyes of purest
Azure. And yet, it’s me who guards my heart under lock and
Key, waiting, always waiting , for so long, for you to breathe
Enchanted utterances of life and lust that may free me from this
Never-satisfyi ng prison in which I dwell, wanting, for so ...
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Senses Fail
Do you remember days so long before when all our dreams were vivid color?
When I could be lost in your light before things tensed, grew sick with pallor?
Of course not. No. It’s never true. But lies of mirth win o’er bitter truth.
It was I who was mistaken. Now I lay here oft forsaken. Flicked away
For my transgressions. T’wasn’t ...
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I am the wasted life that relies on hollow pain,
I am the twisted agony that hides in darkened shame;
I am the hidden beauty awaiting the perfect rain,
I could be so much yet you don’t know my name.
Watch the walls she builds so straight and high,
Watch her now those walls will reach the sky;
Watch the walls fail when hurt does learn to f...
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When angels fall and darkness calls
The world has left you forgotten;
And shadows move in to uncover your sin
Tormenting with what you’ll not soon forget.
You feel alone.
The sun will shine and you’ll be fine
Because the day brings fickle distraction;
No ghosts to haunt or dreams to taunt
Just deceptive bliss to bring perfect nothingnes...
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My soul blank and empty,
My heart stands incomplete;
My love lies bleeding
And so I weep.
A sinner’s pure love,
Or saint’s black revenge;
Wait a breath longer, my love
To see all time stand at an end.
When angels weep,
As children mourn;
Come to me now, sweet fiend
And be afraid no more.
That precious p...
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Being an author is a lot like living with multiple personalities...
At least, that's the way it is for me. It doesn't matter where I am or what I'm doing, there is always sure to be about seven snippets of random character dialogue running through my head. If I was in the midst of working on a book then that would be perfect, but sadly, hearing the banter ...
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