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Silent as the night

some may not and some might,

engulfed in the memories

that are all too clear to me.

The presence of the past is near

silently speaking in my ear

only I know what that say

ripping my heart in every way. 

In silence I wander on

searching my soul, writing my song

a song of poison and lies

a paradise of money where no one dies

born into blissful suffering

where no one once told the truth.

Walking through this life alone

hoping to establish my throne

as shadows wash over my heart,

Trying to change but nowhere to start.

I silently stagger in the fog,

Knowing the truth remains clogged

My soul screams to be free

However I know the devil has a hold of me

Secured for failure.

I'm the boat and the devil's the sailor

Knowing  all to well this is the plan

When I reached out for the devil's hand.

he lures me in with empty promises and deadly treats

abusing and reusing my dying soul

slowly beating me to death,

But then he's trumped.

A sudo god

warming my arms, my legs, my soul so cold

perfected by human imperfection

not a god nor a lesser being,

here I cry

in the understanding arms of my friend.

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4/14/13

Co-author karmadrea

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