Cut me open, bleed me dry 

A knife not a tool, a liberator

Their is the forgiving woman with sorrow

Deep in those eyes, to a place 

I am oh so unfamiliar with

There are places you know, you see

It is the dark holding our sparks 

A flock of deft touches and harmony

Yet the pulse of the thunder rolls over

Sparks scattered, hidden or gone 

You will never, never...

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I stood outside the gates of Hell,

Ready to dive headlong into flame,

But you put your hand on my shoulder,

Turned me toward you and kissed my face.

You held me tightly against you and promised

You’d protect me for all eternity.

You assured me I was one of the good ones,

And I never should have been in this place.

You led me from the depths to a softer light,

And we lay,...

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I saw the footsteps of an angel

Within the deep pools of blood

No one noticed the scarlet halo

Because angels are meant to be good

No one mourned the demons

No one shed a tear

No one noticed the angels descend

Until there was nothing to feel but fear

The angels smiled as they hurt you

And laughed as our children cried

There were no demons left to save the pe...

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Forgiveness is my best friend

she gives such relief

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Finding my best friend

can be such a challange

She often hides in the corners of my mind

plays hide and seek with my heart

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It's so hard to let go

and let her do her magic

It's easier to sit in the dark closet

holding onto anger

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Anger is black and painful

it takes from my soul

It lies and ch...

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Trial And Tribulation.

Blackness all around,

the depths of infinity.

They told me not to look.

A sixteen year old girl

told not to do something.

So I looked………

The slow twilight

as the sun began

to be devoured.

The ghostly stillness

of the cosmos

descending upon

Mother Earth, until,

it seemed,

the whole world

held...

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This morning Samantha is building a bonfire

Down on the waste ground in rubbish and weeds

Ferrying armloads of boxes and bin-bags

Burning a life that she no longer needs.

Out of the cardboard seep velvets and spangles,

Hairpieces, handcuffs, impractical shoes,

Skimpy silk underwear, ropes and brass bangles -

The tools of a trade that she’ll no longer use.

Crimson red li...

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