Vision Ghost Poems

Another stranger woken up in yet another bedroom
That wasn't her own nor does she recall the room
Looks around at the scattered clothes and the man
Still asleep with no romance here in this plan
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You’re lying there paralysed in amongst many machines
They are controlling you in heart, lung and extremes
Faces and so many faces study you in clipboard records
In the deafness of your voice unable to speak chords
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Tears don’t seem to fall enough to ever supplement
The seeping heart bleeding to further this torment
For the fear that I felt of the blackness so beyond
Diluted slowly by the whiskey and beer so donned
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If you’re there watching the shore lines embankment
And you see me steeped feet under the waters current
My eyes maybe closed and my heart has now stopped
Just leave me to my own sense of peace I had so hoped
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Seems all I ever did in reality is fight with myself
Forgetting about what I so loved; I put on a shelf
And that’s not right for any soul to ever now bear
Although I never realised as this much I swear
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What do I have to say or do, to make this world, understand
That I am beaten within, by the unforeseen and unrelenting hand
Torture inside me, exploding, to the surface so like the demon
A prisoner of my circumstances, screaming for my freedom
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Feelings reflecting the souls’ connotation
Of a lingering scent, that reminds the sensation
Like a magic of some working mechanism
Always the faith inside the wondering, escapism
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How this pleasure and cynical smile, etches across my expression
The luxury of your torture, that brings ones heightened, satisfaction
To a new level of distain, upon the brow of the weakened victim
My victim, my toy, of indulgence, that I reap the unforgettable sin
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Grasp that which shall make me, so damn real for the new game
A new found glory, in strength, that burns like a passions flame
Screaming to the borders and I will smash through this gate
With fist and fury; and all things unbridled, I will break this fate
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Awaken from my weary sleep, from dreams of fantasies and flight
Although in clarity I dreamt, in memory I tend to loose imageries sight
How I could breathe without air, rise from the ground in levitation
So many questions spoke of me, to me, I answered without hesitation
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