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    vampire empire

    with culted bane I speak profaneobscure morose, masturbating my insanitydilligently scribing my death daystime spent in the company of demonstalking to the world through a fogno one to tell, no one believes meon specters and ghostsfaulty little imperfection I...

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  • Okay, I am stuck with this, but I am trying.

    Was born with eyes wide open
    To be prepared for the truth
    No one seemed to care or wanted to offend
    What had happened on the roof

    Time withholds memories in a box
    We crawl, then stand, and eventually walk
    As a rusty key enters an unforgiving lock
    Uttering words before learning to talk

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    dread

    tis a bloody moon I seelicking its lips, the darkness tasting memy soul to weep unknownno one knows my tortured heartwith vacant stares they watchmy flesh to cry out to no availhell doesn't desire the guiltymy purified soul will...

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    sense

    fear confounds on hallowed grounds I hear hollow soundsinstruments of destruction moving around with a bloodlustmy mind blocks them out so my prayers can ascendpushing past demonkind when God wants to be left alonepraying he keeps his instruments of...

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    • Well, this makes me think of a fallen angel, caught in the dilemma of righteousness and vengence. By the grace of God, perhaps, yet there is an underlying energy here too. I like the whirlwind of thoughts going on here. I can sense your struggle through your words, quite easily. Well expressed Crimson.

      • hello dearest Styxian good evening you know how it is as a writer and you have something on your mind and even if you don’t really want to you have to get it out… thank you I deeply appreciate your interpretation it’s just how my mind works…I guess this goes along the lines of serial killers they always say they are doing the work of God and really who is to say they are wrong? ❤️

    • Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    Why Nothing Falls Together

    Why Nothing Falls Together I cannot think of you without    my seeing her ..    Then I get the strangest feeling .. It’s like a union occurs somewhere between my memories, perceptions    and our collective unconscious .. But nothing ever    falls together these days does...

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    • Brilliant, my friend.

    • hello dearest Neville I think you always meant somethingto this person… people come and go in my life and it is the nature of this fact that sends my soul wandering great write ❤️

      • Bless you Crimsin, now isn’t that a fact of life .. Thank you both kindly and truly .. Write on and keep soaring ..

        Warmly, Neville 😎👍

    • Powerfully penned, Neville. Excellent write my friend, this has layers. Nicely done, sir. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • How incredibly kind of you, I really am so very grateful .. Your visit, the time you spent here and subsequent heart-warming review means far more to me than you might presently imagine .. Kindest of regards & wishing you all the very bestest of all good things .. Neville 😎👍

    • I’m glad we are on the same side .. and won’t forget the kind gesture .. My mum was a Mary too by the way .. 😎💜👍

    • Neville, many snaps and hell yeses, plus a ‘bag of chips’, as an old friend used to say.

      In a similar situation, my first wife had tears in her eyes when she handed me the papers to sign. Maybe it was thinking about failure, cause what she said was “we were supposed to be forever.” True enough, but we had both changed and couldn’t find what we once had. It was extremely disheartening, since it was her who had the affair and ended it.

      Life is strange I think. Why is it that even as memories become “fragmented” and “distanced”, they never go away completely, they haunt, reminding me of my failure to love her better.

      Curt

      • Ha’ you can beat an egg & a drum of course but you just can’t beat a decent bag o chips now can ya eh’ .. Thanks loads for stopping by these words of mine Curt .. it’s a funny old game isn’t it .. life I mean .. and what we can’t change or forget often makes for half decent poetry .. Kindest regards and best wishes for a bloomin brighter set of tomorrows .. Neville

    • sentiment seriously reciprocated .. 😎🌻👍

    • This kind of put me in a sad mood, separation, memories… the human psychic. when we think we moved on, yet suddenly something comes up and everything comes to the surface. yes true, life is unpredictable, what we might think it’s love in a moment, later it might appears it’s not, what we were once, later we might not be. from togetherness to separation.

      • Please excuse my delay in getting back to You my friend .. thanks a million for feeling these words .. You can obviously see write through me .. I love your visits & your insights .. Your ever-friend Me 😎🌻⭐⭐☀️🌞💛👍

        • Never applied apologize for such things my very dear friend🌺 and thank You for your sweet response obviously Mr. Neville knows how to put a smile on G girl Face😊 Thank You 🤍

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