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She-
Your satin Skin, your etherial pallour,
Windows of blue, deep, not shallow,
The way your eyes shine at me,
The way that only you can see,
The way your lips crave for mine,
Understanding when my hand takes thine,
Kisses so sweet, and ternderful,
Memories of something wonderful,
Smell of your skin, feel of your hair,
Oh, how I wish that I was there,
The way that I feel when you're around,
You give me hope and belief profound.
Hush-
Wakening from sleep, with the shadow of your love upon me,
I breathe once more, upon your soul, contrite,
A darkened hearts armour for such a spirit, so free ,
Thou bring my longing into the light.
Waiting For Hell-
Hop, skip and jump, screamed the maitre'd,
In the watermark of his silent tears,
A giggle, maniacal, psychotic, yet true,
Spiders, drowning and unjust fears,
A dish of distaste, grimace of fear,
And the chamber maid is coming too,
A circus, of clowns, with angry voices,
Mime the rotting soul inside of you,
A bed of thorns, and down of goose,
Stained by the souls of the last in here,
The Bellboy hands you the reins of rapture,
And more than a grimace of fear,
The laughter is louder as the lights join in,
And curled, you lay bare with your sins too,
Crying for a release from this prison of mind,
And now your rent is past due.......
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