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Hidden EmotionsYou found your mate not long agoHidden Emotions by Momo587
And the black duck was chosen on the go
Sweet words of passion you used to say
Till the day came when you went away
As I long for the peace of my sleep
All I can do when closing my eyes is weep
Confused between your knife and heart
My back still hurts and I suffer a painful tart
It was true love we used to talk about
But now eluding me is what you’re about
Like a dot of ink you wish to erase me
From the book of your life you removed me
Your eyes saw me as something in the past
Now I am nothing to you and it will last
I am the black duck you once poisoned with lovely lies
Now you are with your mate protected with hidden smiles
Pity me no more for you made me collapse
For once or twice I admit it was a Lapse
Please don’t tell me that you still care
Who sits beside me you focus on a stare
Just like a Poor child you fall for candy
So easy and immature you find it dandy
Go ahead and forget my one of a kind affection
I need to move on and what I w
Keep Me SafeEmbrace my sight away from this lightKeep Me Safe by Momo587
And forevermore in darkness keep me safe
My Demons and I are aware of one another
While my Angels pity me as they know me no more
Keep me where my fears I cannot see
Keep me where my shadow they cannot reach
I am alive but in the ground I am buried
My mind is peculiar; I am wrong as I am pale
The form of my sanity is my insanity
Addicted to Despair; my piece of cake
Embrace my heart away from this kindness
And so deeply in wickedness drench what is left of me
My Demons and I have fallen for one another
While my Angels cry for me more and more
Keep me where my face I cannot see
Keep me where my world I cannot feel
I am dead but in the ground I am living
My mind is heavy; I am old as I am gray
The form of my insanity disguised by sanity
Addicted to illusion; my peace of mind.
Sunday 1 January 12, 2014
Demons.A hollow cell that once used to be human.
That's what's left from the old me.
I touch the place on my chest,
Where my heart used to be.
I feel the beating, but the heart is gone.
Was it ever really there?
And I wonder; am I made out of stone?
Cause the moments I feel are rare.
And I'm asking you now,
Now that my mind is clear.
Will you tell me how
I'm supposed to get rid of the fear?
How am I supposed to fight the demons,
When I don't know where my angels lay?
And how am I supposed to keep them at bay?
They're always therein the back of my head.
Whispering. Slithering. Destroying.
Now I know I'd be better off dead
with my thoughts they are toying.
And in the tiniest moment that I can think straight.
I keep doubting my distorted and twisted fate.
And I count the stars, in an utterly empty sky,
as I prevent my mind from seeing their lie.
'Death,' they hiss and their voice is dire.
'Blood,' they scream and their voice is fire.
'Souls,' they crave a