Mark Bell

Leaves from the trees fall to the ground
On the cool breeze they make no sound
The forests today seem to dance with glee
As the sun shone down as it warmed me
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Dark days are here again
The good old days were dark
Drawing blood from the skin
Attracting the gullible shark
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My mornings are always broken
It's raining razor blades again
Bombs are falling, made of cotton wool
Oh it's sad, it's another broken morning
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Heart with no window
Lacks empathy and joy
Ten million Trojan horses
Lonely as the crying boy
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A dik dik jumping over a ha ha
Banana oil coming from coals
Making barb wire from cotton wool
Monkeys swimming around in shoals
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Look at me father
I'm here to impress
I am your son wearing
A sweet pretty pink dress
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Beware of your surroundings
Before your surroundings
Surround you
Flesh eating chains
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ice cubes freezing
Inside burning flame
Shadows come out to play
Weird things are happening to me
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I loved my mum
She died
I hated my dad
He's dead
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Our bond smashed to pieces
Love has been torn apart
What was it all for?
You've butchered my heart.
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Pretty little birdies
Listen to them sing
Glorious harmonies
Oh it must be Spring
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A twisted thought from the depth of beyond
Masking it with alcohol or was I to abscond
I wanted to kill, slaughter that cruel thought
But the morality in me, left me cold of sorts
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A bomb with a conscience
A bomb with a heart
A bomb who believes,
Not to tare lives apart
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Birthday came
Birthday went
No phone call
Text never sent
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Meadows flowing wild as the hawk
Fences and pathways open to walk
Hares and the foxes fight in the morn
Harvesters combine to dance with corn
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Lovelly oh Lovelly
Lovelly so sweet
Share some wine
Please take a seat
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Soldier
Brave
Soldier
Grave
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Birthday came
Birthday went
No phone call
Text never sent
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