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SometimesSometimes I wish I could cry
Let the tears of sorrow flow
Down my cheeks and release
This heavy pressure on my heart.
Sometimes I wish I could numb the pain,
Numb the impact you've had on my life,
But honestly, you've changed me
For the better.
Sometimes I wish you hated me,
Told me you never wanted to see me,
Allow my heart to believe, you've moved on.
That I am a sight to which should never
Cross your path.
Sometimes I wish you'd lie
Tell me what I need to hear,
To let you go.
But as I look into your eyes,
I can see that isn't so.
Sometimes I wish I was courageous,
Willing to risk my life for you.
To fight for you,
But my brain warns me,
That something so reckless
Sometimes I wish you didn't smell the way you do.
Your "Love Spell" puts me in a trance.
An obedient servant at your command.
Sometimes I wish you didn't glow and radiate,
Pure joy when you were near me.
I can't bare seeing you without it,
And knowing I cant restore that luster.
Sometimes I wish your voice was s
Happiness?Happiness, what is it?
Why is it the feeling we all desire to have?
That emotion we feel compelled to grasp.
Longing to see her smile,
to feel her skin,
inhale her scent.
Hear the sound of her voice
as it echoes through the core of an empty vessel.
A soul without its mate,
wandering through an eternity...
Alone, Confused, Saddened by
what it doesnt have
and yet hopeful.
Hopeful that it may one day,
experience a love,
The joy to share with another being.
To feel needed, strong, useful.
To feel depended on,
to have someone he himself can fill with joy.
To know he is not bound to a body,
an empty, useless vessel without purpose.
They say the heart
is what has the power to judge and deem
Such a fragile organ.
Away with it!
He would say, if he
only knew of the pain it brought.
It clenches at the chest,
brings the eyes to water,
and pounds ever harder
in your presence.
So why do we desire...
SuccubusTrapped in the confounds of my mind,
listening to this music as time goes by
I take a breath and close my eyes,
as the reality around me begins to unwind
A smell, a scent so familiar and sweet
that my inner urges awake ready to feast
on nectar of this one fine beast.
This creature, this being, Ive conjured to be
the dance of seduction, my heart now her key
a toy for amusement, that wants to be free.
with lustful desire, a fire that burns
Eyes open a new to all that was learned.
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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