Marqese Dabbs

Lack of emphatic, deemer of the weak
In the icy plain feelings of desolation, embedded to the cowards
The fallen lie in the snow of red and white
Laded deceased as the wind blows cold
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Feast your eyes on the black sky
There is no sun to shine hope
Eclipsing your aspirations
Blackening your insolence
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She rips the heart of me
Her innocence is swaying the brightest of dreams
Harvesting the taste of blood-drenched wine
She is like gilded art from grace
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Your tombstone stained by the blood of a violent past
We were once gazers of pleasure and wonder
But we were born to suffer because of opposite senses
They stood against us, with a relentless razor that cuts at are fantasies
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A damsel beckons to be heard
Saddened Andra hides underneath her blackened hair
Abandoned by the one's she loved
No longer harvesting joy or flicker a sweet smile
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Enigma, why am I feeling weak, when I'm near you
My world wouldn't feel so cold, if only you knew
I grit my teeth, the frustration I bare
It is beyond comprehension why I feel the need, to capture you in my arms
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To have an infatuation on your mind
Through this endless day
The need to make a lonely entity whole
When you love someone they cloud your heart
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A koi rising up the river of ascending
Reaching the highest honor
Shedding scales to transcend to a great beast
Dragon
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Gracing minuetto in the castle of fortune
I gazed upon the chance of serendipity
I can perceive she is a sublime creature, that of which I marvel
The smell of infusing fragrants enchants my desires
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It's hard to accept truth
It can make your body shiver and ache
She doesn't want to catch your eye
She doesn't want to identify with you
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A juncture that lifts me
Illuminating my hearts senses
Unraveling my composure with a flawless simper
I wonder if this is tangible
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Her voice resides skyward
Are avail is never sleazing
Are conscience prays the bequest
I touch her neck, swaying down her spine
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Entering the belly of the beast, feeling weightless, floating on precision
Is it a dream or a taste of reality
Opening the door to obtain the answers long awaited
Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust saddling up for life's journey
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I feel left behind
She went to chase her dreams of animation and fine arts
I feel a sense of praise and understanding
But still I miss her
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Wonder for Anisa
Love for Anisa
Let the Angels serenade you to sleep
Such a winsome maiden
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In the night of the mystic garden
The light specks fill the space
The quietness give me a peace of mind the fog rises hiding in the mist
The elegant crimson moves the mood
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Searching for a shared life
I cant forget you know, I can't say goodbye
Not wanting you to stay away
Wanting someone to tell you yo stay
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This haven is for us
Shared with a mythological spirit of nature
She is imagined as a beautiful maiden
My dear Nymph
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I will never feel vacant, never self-loathing
As long as you awake me
Holding a lantern that beacons aspirations
For feelings of doubts must be combusted by flames of passion
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Don't you fell the desire
The desire to create something to love
I need it
I've fantasized it in a thousand dreams
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