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Ashlei Cottom Jan 2015
We ran,
Breathing hard,
Not looking back.

Hand in hand,
Into the thicket.
They'll never find us,
We'll never surrender,
Together we can survive.

We had to leave,
We had no choice.
They tried to break us,
Make it to where we couldn't breathe,
I almost didn't recognize you,
And you didn't know me.

They couldn't break us,
We decided to breathe,
I recognized you,
You remembered me.
They can't tell us what we can't have.
So, we ran.
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Ashlei Cottom Jan 2015
Heart so pure,
Face so sweet,
You used to make my heart skip a beat.
So who is this monster before me?
Who is this blood-thirsty demon?
My caged love?
Or something sinister?

Used to be as gentle as a faun,
Now resembles the predator who kills viciously  everything good.
I know you're in there somewhere,
My beautiful darling.
All my fault,
Your imprisonment,
Didn't protect you like I should've.
One bite and it's all over,
No cure,
No time.

I promised to never give up,
To bring you back to me,
To find a cure.

I failed.
There's no hope.
I cradle your demise as I watch you sleep,
Steel my heart,
Feeling it break in two.
Forgive me for what I am about to do...

I'm sorry my sweet,
I love you my darling,
Goodbye sweetheart...
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Ashlei Cottom Jan 2015
The broken bells chimed high today,
Signaling the end.

Broken bell,
Broken sound,
For the broken people on the ground.

Looking up,
Feeling down,
Humming along with that sweet, broken sound.

"It is like sadness and joy,
Coming together,
Nothing sweeter,
Nothing more depressing."

Those who hear it often say,
And none had ever heard it more clear than today.
The broken bells chimed today,
Signaling the end,
For the broken people on the ground.
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Ashlei Cottom Dec 2014
All I see are lonely hearts,
Standing,
Shivering in the dark.

The demons are closing in,
Shadows toying with their minds,
Imprisoning them in their own life.

Hiding from the truth,
They cover the proof.
Clean the blood in the snow,
Never let the skeleons show.

Hiding their faces,
Showing no fear.
But all I see are lonely hearts,
Quaking,
Shivering in the dark.

Blood in the snow,
Skeletons in the closet,
The demons are closing in.
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Ashlei Cottom Dec 2014
We found each other,
Two souls lost in a hurricane,
Searching for an anchor,
Grasping each other.

I pulled you out of the dark,
You glued the pieces of my broken heart.
You said that you were no saint,
Bu I am an angel.
Well if I am an angel,
Then you were my savior.

We were molded together, you and I,
Two broken creatures living side by side.
When did we break?

Left me for another,
Did the same thing to her that you did to me,
Now she's broken, I'm broken, and you're scott free,
Living your dream.

Here I am again,
Cleaning up the mess you made,
The hearts you left behind.
But we're alright,
Lost souls in your hurricane,
We've found each other.
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Ashlei Cottom Dec 2014
We thought it was empty,
Until we stepped inside.
The broken dreams and shattered hearts,
The cries of despair,
Lingering spirits reminding us oth their existance.

Empty little down,
Sad little town,
Desolated, destroyed little town.

Sweet little shadows,
Tender little spirits,
Guiding us through the ruin.

They never saw it coming,
Their surprise fate,
Seizied upon them while at play.

Blink of an eye,
Gone in a flash,
Nothing left,
No future, only past.
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Ashlei Cottom Dec 2014
Little flame,
Flickering bright.
Trapped in your birdcage shaped prison,
Beating against the bars,
Trying to be free.

Needing to blaze brght,
Dreaming of fighting,
Flitting in place,
Burning in,
Fading out.

Your captors try to contain you,
Burn you out and train you,
But you have a strength they can't take away,
A hope,
A desire,
The dream that you will one day fly.

Burn through your bars,
Blaze bright,
Fly away.
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