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PhiWrit Dec 2014
I'm old man in the form
Of a youthful face so warm
Underneath the supple skin
Lies a heart full of sin,
Coursing a poisonous maism
From my bleeding chasm
In my chest, this feeling I detest.
It breaks apart my bones
And wears down my joints.
Withdrawing too many loans
For another man's points.
I never wanted to play this game
I never wanted that fame.
My goal is to clear my name
Wash away the pain
Of pride from my Lion's mane.
I'm trying to switch out of the fast lane
Passing to the slow lane to refrain
From feeding the slow drain
On my wallet, I could've called it.
You told me straight to my face
You would get caught up in it;
On my trust you spit.
Thus I toss you in the Tartarus pit,
So you can deal with your own *******;
God knows that I have enough of mine.
Oh friend of mine take it a sign
That here we part ways.
As I leave this snowy haze
I hope not to leave this house ablaze
As I turn the page to write a new chapter.
The dawn of a new age is what I'm after
To live my life with laughter
Maybe I can be a pastor.
Instead of watching you get plastered
To the wall, hits your face, you fall.
Solely for the struggle of it all
You may be deaf, but I hear the call;
The scroll that was signed by Saint Paul.
When you are forced to leave a brother in faith to his own demise, all you can do is pray that he finds his way, back into God's light, and with Him through the darkness he can fight.
PhiWrit Dec 2014
As my neck is embraced by the rough hewn rope,
The same rope that intends to strangle my last hope,
and life from this form,
Twitching, and swaying,
My body hanging warm.
Instead of six feet under laying,
I am in the desolate courtyard
Vultures circle overhead
Sun beats down hard
The earth too hot to lay in bed
To get a much needed repose
Rejuvination at its best
All I really need I suppose
Is to give my heart its rest.
Inject the ****** through my chest,
Needle point in my heart,
Plunger depressed,
I get my final rest.
  Dec 2014 PhiWrit
Haydn Swan
If only you knew the damage caused
a few small words said and forgotten
days and hours of painful analysing
awake late at night, cold sweat haze
reliving, re-enacting, in my mind
caught in a time trap, held on repeat
left on my own, locked in this hurt
I hear my voice repeat as I cry
eternally asking the question, why?
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  Dec 2014 PhiWrit
Ally
"I was never in love with you"*
is what I've said
while rolling my eyes.

You breathed a sigh of *relief

looked at me straight in the eyes
and brightly smiled.

'Sorry, I lied'
are the words
I'll never say out loud.
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