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Were you ever so tired, that you forgot to sleep Or were you ever so empty, you strained to weep Were you ever so deep, you could not see above Or were you ever so weary, you failed to love Were you ever so shattered and tattered and torn That you welcomed the silence your mind has borne Were you ever so broken, that it ceased to be you Is it myself here alone, or have you felt it too?

"Please" cried the joker His crown in shards But thieves only deal what they're given. Yards of cards, Strewn unto his tears And fuelled by his madness were given Two smiles, to two snakes Who had dared to endeavour On paths littered with dark Never more clever was the head of the pair. With hidden conviction embarked The flower of the couplet On a lonesome saunter Far over the fallen and worn Haunters, and taunters The weary husks tried Alas its warmth had been torn In two, or less, by the weight of compassion And left to whisper and fade Was fashioned, a clashing Between weary old foes A memory all but unmade The veil has been drawn An

Depending on the emotions, which were swirling through her mind Her smile might just emerge and her eyes just might be kind The dark might here have passed, and released her from its grasp For a moment now, she might be allowed To live in warmth at last Deceived yet again, she might live without a care Her laugh might glimmer and glow, her screams and tears ensnared A shadow here would lift, and life would be at ease Yet on the morrow, a storm would strike And cast her to her knees These two lives Had lived too long And dwelt within her mind She had grown, To expect as much And thus sheltered with her kind But then she discovered another

There's something hanging over your head And it seems to be a shroud A something, whispering what you dread Yet whispering far too loud It's taking its time, To wander in And cut deep into your heart A cold, becoming as Black as sin And tearing smiles apart And angry tears are Dropping like stones Sharper than before And somehow there's A hatred inside Nailing joy to the floor There's a blade in your teeth From a wound in your tongue And it's been waiting for quite a while But as you deliver the final blow You'll never forget to smile So where are you now But atop the world And damn all those below Though slipping from warmth Is y

I must admit, the lighting in her eyes It came as a surprise And my heart shook along with my hands as I tried to prepare my confidence Until the ultimatum arose and the hatred began to surround And then arrived the truth The lightning in her eyes unbound. And the lightning in her eyes flashed And at once my stubborn hopes had crashed A lashing dagger that came from the smile And the lightning in her eyes held no denial And after the storm had struck There was that part of me, took Until my fears finally turned around Only to allow again The lightning in her eyes resound A fear had settled, deep within my mind And there was

Luna & The Moon ~There once was, a girl of sweet nature There once was a girl of this kind Cradled alone with no one to hold, this girl alone in her sweet abode Kept for safe keeping, they found her weeping, kept for safe keeping they saw her weep Peace sleeps free in the garden of trees, peace is free among the debris Why would they not listen the people of old She wrote them a letter, her fears to unfold, Die for such freedom, the snare of the past Newly bought wisdom, a promise to last~                                                                            Part one Above the trees, hills and sky there hung a blue Moon. A

I chased stars that twinkled before me in the forest of my distress I sought to guide them in towards my own heart I chased stars That shone before My glistening eyes And stretched across my view And the expanse of my mind The stars led me On my jagged course They turned away from me But still I gazed upon them lovingly no, longingly. I chased stars for my own gain And they have all but turned to scars and they have all but turned To scars

Winter begins to approach, Where biting winds and chill droplets encroach On the warmth we make It will not be stopped Its malice caresses every open fold, Sharpened fangs of frosty air Tear apart the safety of heat It will stop the water The tendrils reach us without shame Where spirits weep and wither As the ravaged winged beasts endure this familiar plight Where the masses straggle, huddled and mature My mind grows old in this wretched decay Thoughts are lost, in a winter born fray of discomfort Where is the light And where will it next breed There is one place it lies In disjointed moments of cherished warm joy I can onl

Someones darling, flawed dear. To live in that fear born of yourself To tread in such shrouded sorrow Where your often renewed doubt yearns to rest In a tragic symphony of emotion The plethora is clear. In shattered rest and unchecked woe Where the darkness lies in maddening tears Lie in the shroud of temporary joy Soothed by the flow of this delicate barrier Stowed in a shameful weariness Where once there longed a spirit In this untamed rest there is found a light Into which wild emotion flows and spurts It bleeds from the deepest crevice of untold fury This is the story of it That it would live for a while in its glory Now

I walk out to the place where day was born Dewdrops embellish the dark, soft, virgin blades. Creeping tentatively over a blurred horizon, a pale, torn hue Where soft light rolls cautiously into view Darkness shies away from a gentle awakening Its tendrils dissipate into a smoky fog Shades of shy crimson paint the crisp sky Where the mask of twilight is delicately lifted Day is born in the rare moments So rarely witnessed Morning makes its progress Swiftly, without shame. Morning arises, Subdued and wonderful Where the day meets its creator And the night sleeps.