Matthew Peel

Close your eyes, fall into sleep
For your soul is mine to keep
No longer here, I'll help suffocate
You on your ashes and eradicate
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Listen, hush my child
Dont make a sound.
The room is calm and mild
And the snow hits the ground.
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Oh night sky, why taunt me?
Your beauty can only mesmerize.
With your lids open for all to see
And the night chariot on the rise.
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I can sit on this white porch
Look at you from afar
The sun will rise beyond your step
As I swing from the dark
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Where did his thoughts lie?
At the bottom, destined to die
Before he could take ahold
And reshape their twisted mold
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Filthy
Just filthy
I'm filthy
You're filthy
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Black cat, we're not so different
You're no more evil than I
But we are associated with wicked ways
Deeds and forces, negative and crude
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Those strings that held you are not there
I cut them, swiftly, painlessly
No blood, no mess, a perfect crime
My rusted scissors did them in
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Clothes ragged, worn
Face serious, eyes wander
Motioning to the sky
Speaking of strange things
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She rises
Cascading a brightness
Upon any mortal man
Weak in his heart
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The fire made
The shadows
Dance around us
Every little flame
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Could it be, that my love has disappeared?
Like a bird in a frenzied migration.
The monster that I have always feared
Has been the dictator of my nation.
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He spoke to me on a hill
My ears ringing with his voice
I had to make a choice
To hold the truth, or to spill
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The room is dark, the walls are pale
Like my skin in the moonlight.
A frayed end of sanity goes stale
Dipped in one apathetic night.
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Outside the window, the rain falls down
Heavy and weighted like a broken ship.
I feel like a king without his crown,
And melancholy seeps from my lip.
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Sometimes you feel the air suffocate
Wrapping around your lungs
As you struggle to gasp and breath
The chronic lapse of fear in your eyes
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You gave my soul a whole new meaning
You helped stop the internal bleeding
I wouldn't have walked these sands
If you never handed me the will to try
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Sometimes the world turns on you
Waters ravage your lonely shore
The sky offers no remorse
Beyond the abysmal pale
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Father, you face the mountain
I bet it's pretty, gorgeous even
You probably sit by your stone
And watch days pass, unending
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I don't know why I stop at the red light
At night
Maybe just to avoid a confrontation with
The boys in blue
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