WASH AWAY MY PAIN

Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let them flow down the streets with the rain,
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on their way past the madness.

The ocean may take them far away,
To places we cannot even say,
Where no one recognizes their sting
Or knows the infliction they can bring.

The rain grows harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
I stand clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray.
It becomes a mist of blue and gray.
The faucet has been turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and all so right.

WASH AWAY MY SORROW

Wash away my sorrow and pain.

Let it flow the streets with the rain.

The ocean takes it far away

To places, we cannot say.

Where no one can feel its sharpened sting

Or know the infliction it may bring.

Let the rain grow harder with might,

Hailing on this dark, fateful night.

I want to be free of all traces

Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain,

Standing clean and free from the pain.

I hold my head high to the wet spray

as it turns into a mist of gray.

Once the faucet has shut for the night,

I’m left at peace with the coming light.

WASH AWAY MY PAIN

Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain,
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.

The ocean may take it far away,
To places, we cannot even say,
Where no one recognizes its sting
Or knows the infliction it can bring.

Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
I stand clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray.
It becomes a mist of blue and gray.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and all right.

TIMES HARD TO BEAR

A town where the snow is black,

bringing coldness & fear.

Old remnants of tears held back

& times too hard to bear.

Woven from black sheets of rain,

fear covers in disarray.

Anguished & frozen with pain,

dark petals fall in dismay.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

MY PATH SO NARROW

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I stroll through the fallen leaves,

 

a translucent green beneath my feet.

 

Red branches bring me shade,

 

protecting me from the harsh sun.

 

I walk alone through the silent forest,

 

no one to bring me pain or sorrow.

 

Alone is what I desire most

 

as I follow my path so narrow.

A WITCH’S BREW

 

A WITCH’S BREW

 

Our paradise is lost,

Never to return again.

To the winds, we are tossed,

Peace to be replaced by pain.

 

Like a cold witch’s brew,

An Oasis for all.

Now a hell for the few,

Who remain to tell all.

 

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

 

BREAK FREE

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Trapped in my body.

Trapped with my insecurities.

Can I break free?

It will be painful.

I will break the walls.

I can do it.

I will do it.

Goodbye to doubters.

Hello to the new me.

 

 

 

IT NEVER ENDS

 

 

Pain.

Longing.

Hurt.

It never ends.

Happiness.

Fun.

Surprises.

It never ends.

Life has it all.

WASH AWAY MY SORROW

Please wash away my sorrow and pain. Let it flow down the streets with the rain. Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness, Joining others on its way past the madness. The ocean may take it far away, To places, we cannot even say. Where no one recognizes its sting  Or knows the infliction it can bring. Let the rain grow harder with its might, Becoming hail on this fateful night. I want to be free of all traces Of unwanted feelings and faces. My body grows cold from the rain. It stands clean and free from the pain. Shivers create a path down my spine, As I wait in the dark woods of pine. I hold my head high to the wet spray. It becomes a mist of blue and grey. The faucet has turned off for the night, Leaving me feeling clean and so right.

LOST IN THE STORM

 

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The storm approaches the shore.

Dampness coats the air.

Mist sprays against my face.

Strands of hair fly in the wind.

Thunder rumbles in the distance.

I feel it.

It’s almost here.

Will I lose myself to it?

Let it take me to its depths.

I spread my arms,

Lift my head high.

I let myself fall.

Arms pull me under.

Lips reach for mine.

I’m lost for eternity,

Lost to the rushing wind,

Prisoner of the ultimate despair,

Partner in pain and sorrow.

The choice is made and done.

I float away with my dear one.

Together we will forge a path

Through darkness and hell

To a heavenly place beyond.