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The silent stalker
One two....I'll creep on you

Three four....you'll be no more

Five six.....the clock ticks

Seven eight.....you'll be dead weight

Nine ten....I'll strike again
Love is not found"Love is not found on the cover of the book, it is found deep within the heart of the pages the book carries."
ChainedI feel it in my soul

it’s enough to make me loose control

I'm locked away feeling so damn small

you think I’m happy all the time but I’m held behind this wall

In a prison of my own pain, alone and scathed by the fire in me

chained to the hollow feeling within, all I want is to be free

no one hears my scream, no one sees my blood on the floor

you think I’m fine, you think I’m happy, you think I don’t bite

Yeah right!

these chains that hold me back burn through my skin and to my bones

this pain, this anger and regret I cannot hone

there’s no reason to try and get free or live anymore

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Insanity of the mindThey say it’s easy to love the pain, it’s easy to get lost in your dreams for reality.

It’s times you feel you absolutely lost it all, when you couldn’t control yourself.

The seed of regret eats you till there’s nothing but bones left.

There is no reason for this madness, this insanity that devours the mind.

There’s no reason for this anger to flare up like a wildfire.

or is there?

Is it because of us what we choose, or is it a fate that can’t be changed?

Are we in control or just in the back seat of the car of life, waiting for the road to break
apart beneath the wheels?

Is it a fate that bi
Our own footsteps
A dusky night along a beaten path, there is Silence in the moon lit woods.
Alone and scathed by the darkness that devours the soul at an unreal speed.
trained we are not, though in time life teaches us how to find our own footsteps.
Many times we fall and the blood from our wounds of failure paint the path taken.
Like fog that slowly creeps up upon the unsuspecting soul, failing is inevitable.
Choices make up who we are and what we will all become, in time.
What was is written in stone, though even stone erodes with time.
Like the stones beaten down by the ocean waves, our journey is a long hard polish.
What has happened can not be al
Can't you seeI go to bed when I'm not tired

I know sleep is so dearly required

I don't sleep when I am needed

this earth has clearly conceded

though this life is far from done

I'll keep busy till  the damage is undone

I will follow in the footprints he left behind

I wish there was a button to rewind

to see the land as it was before

plants, wildlife and so much more

this is the journey of my life

this is the life with all the strife

all this that we have done

will soon be undone

I know there are many just like me

we can make a difference can't you see
Burden of a tear"This pain in our life brings the burden of a tear hanging in your eye, shed it and keep moving forward"
In your darkest day
In my darkest day
I will sit and pray
when I stumble and fall
he is there to help me stand tall
"open your heart to the light
I will help you with all my might
don't cry I am always here
I will take away that tear
you will fall no more
I will open a door
though you have fallen hard
and your heart has been scarred
I will hold you close
you pain I will enclose
when you feel the dismay
I will be here in you darkest day"
In the midst of the mountains"In the midst of the mountains there is a call to be heard but to only those who are willing to listen to the sorrow and pain heard from the beak of an Eagle."
Have you Ever found"Have you ever found a cut but never saw a blade, I've been there."
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The silent stalker
One two....I'll creep on you

Three four....you'll be no more

Five six.....the clock ticks

Seven eight.....you'll be dead weight

Nine ten....I'll strike again
This is it I am through
Death will come to me
in this time I see
don't you cry
just let me die
you didn't care
why do you sit there and stare
I'm normal just like you
why don't you just get the damn clue
I might just take my own life
to stop all this strife
there is no place for me
I am nothing to you
this pain I'll never break through
I am dead inside
this pain will never subside
there is no start or a redo
this is it I am through
With each Barbed wire
Like a cold cool night that drifts into the memory
a sanctuary lost in a sea of uncertainness
the lonely feeling that crushes the very reason for living
the thing that keeps you alive drips from your wounds
no matter what is done the pain lingers like a dagger in your soul
like the blood on a barbed wire, it is clearly seen
like the river that never stops, this guilt never ends
Like a nightmare that never subsides
like a heart beat that soon fades with the sound of the last breaths taken
a reason for living, died along with the heartache
like a cliff branched out over the ocean shore
there's a way, but the loss of the meaning cl
You will always be my mother
A soft gentle kiss
something I could have missed
a strong but firm hug to hold me tight
I run to you when I can't sleep at night
with each day we grow more close
I will love you forever and the most
I cry at night when I can't say I love you
though I know you'll be there to help me through
you helped me stand when I stumble and fall
you where there the day I took my first step
though I know it is all to help me prep
out in the big world soon I'll go
I hope how much I've grown will soon show
you did all you could and now you hope for the best
But I know I have been truly blessed
a mother like you to have and hold
What a love
The purpose that has long been forgotten
In the darkness a reflection grows form the mirror within my deprived soul.
The moonlight shines on me gently kissing my skin.
The mind is relaxed like still water.
The heart softly beats for a purpose but what is the purpose?
This question floats around in my thoughts as I sit by the water running a stick along the the waters glassy surface.
The ripples glide around shaking up the reflection of the moon as the ripples grow.
With the moon on the water I grip a thought within my mind.
The question for continuance of life.
The purpose that I somehow missed.
Death creeps up on us all turning our bodies to sand in time.
Trying

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I am no more

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My heart is drenched in darkness, sorrow and regret. Pain and suffering is my road. There is no way out or around it when you are forced to walk it. Chained to it, holding onto something that will never be.  Time erodes everything that's not solid and strong. Seeing why I should keep fighting this pain, only causes me to to wish I was no more. Like a dagger piercing my heart's aortic valve there is no chance of survival. Why fight when everything around me is dying. Like a cliff branched out over the open ocean, seeing what could be is masked by the distance between. I am what I have become, I am no more.
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Those times when it seems the thing that is keeping you alive is killing you inside.

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*Amaterasu-Hanako Jan 18, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Wow, this is really good:) deep
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=Satakuray Jan 21, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
thank you (I tend to do that allot)
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*Amaterasu-Hanako Jan 21, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
You're most welcome:)
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