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My minds awake (But my body’s dead) My mind is alive now But my body is dead, I have no paralysis And my parts in good stead Lost in my cocoon In my tumultuous head People don’t understand The path that I tread I am happy with me Though much has been said I don’t work or produce But my needles still thread Am I owed a living, I enquire? As my eyes turn red, I haven’t hurt anyone Should I kill instead? I reflect on this life As I lay here in bed My day has been good But the darkness I dread Twenty one is no age I’ve not even wed, With this life I can’t cope I’ll consider I’ve fled When dawn beckons My veins will be bled I won’t even remember The last tear that I shed Tomorrow when my mind wakes I’ll awake when it’s dead…… 
Motionless Soul Oh melting limbs in This twisted burning wreck; I remember I remember I reach out in My inferno of solitude I am real no longer But my soul has not dispersed; It’s attached to a flickering Ember of motionless earth 
Memories My love, I think you should forgive me; To remember this land is not a thought That is forbidden. There will always be A beauty in A land that breathed, a sky that shone, An earth that toiled supreme-soil, In its absence I was never alone, Curled and secure in its unbroken coil What is left, my memories I have to keep; The days pass through an acrid-overture Into an endless night. A dark-restless sleep On a heartless bed, palpitating its mother’s cure, A land that loses its heart, will lose its soul, A land that loses its roots, will not flower, Denied the promise of its functional whole, Open and insecure from its unstable tower. My love, we no longer have pure water streams; The birds have left us with a silent cry On a flightless-light. The hazy beams Obscure our eyes from the beauty of the sky; I cannot be forgiven for this perpetual cocoon, I am totally responsible for the part I play, And when light turns back to dark too soon My memories are for keeps, I may need them someday. 
Encounter As our flesh encounters And our weary bones unite We both know that often Is not as often as it might The clock strikes one now And the broken-bond withdraws, It was not the same some say As the night you slept with whores As the morning mist encounters Dispersing-droplets on our parts Our minds may be forgiven For the dampness in our hearts
Blonde Her partner leaves for relief A beautiful blonde stares at me She knows she is safe That her flesh is forbidden Otherwise would she have stared at me? One Night Stand We stare from afar, the door’s ajar We know that the fluidity between Are condemned corpses will break are solemn vows, So we turn and look away…...Tick We turn and look once more ..Tick We look no more…………….Tock |
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