Bethany Maxwell

I sit and watch as the flames lick at the bricks
The red, and orange tipped beauty
The tongues of fury lick
As it burns through the wood and metal preforming its duty
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As you step into the arena,
Your heart rushes,
Horse following close behind,
Giving you steady nudges.
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The dagger slips through the skin
You know that you will win
Oh sweet red rum
The blood drips to the ground
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Silver pearls fall down her skin
She knows she must do it for she can't stay strong
For all she has to do is count to ten
She knows he's always wrong
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I want to melt away into nothing,
To be a simple molecule of air,
Floating in and out of people' lives,
Without them even knowing.
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She walks through the rain, the pain locked behind her cold eyes
She sees the lights of the houses, those Christmas lights,
She sees her home, no lights, no tree, it is dark and still
The rain falls on her long white hair, her white gown flowing tears stream from her eyes
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You are the reason for my pain,
You are the reason I stand in the rain.

I wouldn't be here by choice,
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The child sits and weeps,
How could this be all that matters,
Why did this have to hurt so deep,
How could this be life?
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Sometimes,

Every now and then,
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Bring me to my knees,
In an empty stone building,
Cold walls around my heart,
Falsely beautiful light of stained glass on my face,
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Listen to the vines with the thorns
For they are the tricksters
Listen to their wisdom
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As I sit and wait time is all I have to save
For in life all I am is a slave
To those who search for death
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A single flame lights her face
The face of death
A single candle holds her fears
The fears of death
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The pain she felt was behind her eyes
The eyes that were once the clear blue skys
Her face is clouded and dark
You can tell sorrow has left it's mark.
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Drive a little slower,
Take a look around,
Remember the houses,
The yellow stripes of time.
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(His smile wide his teeth shining
as he stood with the bright guitar in his hand.)

As he lays in the casket some month later
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They retreat from the past
For they know they shall never forget, it will never pass
As those they love shelter behind whats to come
For from the bottle of pain they take some
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You walk in the door no one does anything
Your walk to your room without a word
They say nothing
Their silence is the wound, it is the sword
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My world is caged in,
I can not fly away,
I can not soar in the clouds,
With the wind and the angels.
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The heat begins as the movement starts,
Two bodies, two hearts,
One place, one dream,
The sweat becoming a steady stream.
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