Ace Of Black Hearts Poems

To describe those feelings.
System overload.
A system that continuous explodes.
Malfunctioning every single day.
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Here the sounds? There coming.
Time to start running.
Start gunning for the nearest exit.
Only one window hangs open.
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Dearest beloved, most wretched of souls.
Quiet is the storm of altered egos.
A castle to rise, mortar to mix.
Flames built from nothing but match sticks.
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Tip toeing down the edges of sanity,
that's what it feels like these ongoing days
in this horrid desert where nothing is to
be seen for miles, there is but a ghost of
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The little child sits in the window looking on.
Dreaming of the early dawn.
When the heart rises, then falls.
It easy to see this is where she belong.
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Like a puff of smoke, there are visions of you.
Your smile, your laughter.
A distance ghost still haunting me.
I hide nothing, with this book I bleed.
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A quarrel in our head.
Sometimes we end up fighting.
Sometimes we end up dead.
But as the days go by.
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Blowing smoke through a dream.
The image is fading fast.
The hope never lasts.
Too much dust in your eyes.
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Tired and beaten.
A pledge to not let myself get defeated.
Silently retreating.
As many scars on the outside as in.
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The last peice is finally gone.
Memories already forgotten.
I was waiting for the moment.
I was waiting for this day.
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