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Dead Lover
My heart is aching
My heart is lacking
My soul is searching
My soul is incomplete
My blood is tasty
My blood is empty
How could you've left me here
Is obvious you're already dead
One life to go
One life to lose
My heart is aching
My heart is lacking
My soul is searching
My soul is incomplete
My blood is tasty
My blood is empty
How could you've left me here
Is obvious you're already dead
One life to go
One life to lose
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The Halloween Train
the halloween train doesn’t stop here, but knives do and menace does menace does whatever the night might disguise as a form of charity; its giving, an act of giving back to the ground and sky the moon might shine these ideas as bright to some, its clarity dilutes this liquid atmosphere; here, fear in its truest form is no monster it takes on the shape and weight of familiar indentations in the seat beside you yet, this halloween train never stopped to pick you up and will not stop to let you off touch the empty seat beside you and commit to memory, how life looks streaking by in fogged over windows, in droplets collecting and trailing like comets touch the empty seat beside you and adjust your belongings; pretend you’re simply preparing to disembark at the next stop, now lose yourself in the window in the slow song of click clack and its side-to-side sway; look around for a cord, a handle to pull look anywhere but down into the empty seat beneath you
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Until You Sleep
When the night falls,
And no one is near,
Might you hear calls,
Of demons to fear.
When you're scared of the dark,
And carry a brave act,
They still leave you their mark,
Since they're not fiction, but fact.
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A chance is a moment
is a dream is a hope
is an eternity.
But I'll never ask you to give me eternity.
I'll just ask that you give me a chance.
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My father died few days ago...this poem is saying what I feel, it's beautiful.