Wars of attrition
Hatred, suspicion
Your demons winning
Souls crave sinning
Oh the humanity
Steeped in insanity
Evil infiltrated
Righteous mitigated
Immorality incurred
Our lines are blurred
Unraveled, decrying
Smile, you are dying
Inspired by Heath Ledger’s Joker from ‘The Dark Knight’
In time’s waiting room,
All alone I ail,
Licking clean my wound,
Masked beneath my veil.
All alone I ail,
Salvation passes by,
Masked beneath my veil,
Time turns a blind eye.
Salvation passes by,
I choke upon the pain.
Time turns a blind eye,
As I go insane.
I choke upon the pain
In time’s waiting room.
As I go insane
Licking clean my wound.
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The darkness stakes its claim on day
Intent on taking life away.
The leaves begin asphyxiating,
Starved of light, they’re suffocating.
Beholders gawk in wonderment
At gasping breaths so candescent.
Reverence earned by mutating,
Starved of light, they’re suffocating.
Darkness closes its savage grip,
One by one leaves begin to slip.
On the ground they’re congregating,
Starved of light, they’re suffocating.
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Jagged flames shimmer
Like a serrated knife,
A magnificent danger
Built by one man’s strife.
Surrounding him with safety
His barriers burn tall,
An entrancing glory,
A most lethal wall.
Breathtaking fireworks,
Like a bomb they tick,
Glorious flares beckon
Enticing me with magic.
So serene and calm
The fire cradles him there,
Safety from agony,
Shelter from despair.
It is beside him
That I long to stand,
Willingly I approach
When he offers me his hand.
Engulfed within his rampart,
Distracted by its majesty,
I barely even notice that
I’ve been burned completely.
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The comfort of a mother’s healing hands,
Hers, to a child, the most appealing hands.
No one can pilfer her attention nor
Claim mommy’s heart like a kid’s stealing hands.
When all hope is lost and your strength is gone,
None console like grandmother’s feeling hands.
A life of wisdom lived without restraint,
Those were great-grandmother’s freewheeling hands.
If your path is clear and life’s light left on,
Thank generations of revealing hands.
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Carrie Mayhem 