Back to the dead

Back to the dead place you went

Strangling life

Taking the knife to

Heart’s desire

Whose purest intention was

To set your life on fire

With the vital spirit from within

Now you ache

To gaze upon the murder

Or yourself

You consented to

So unaware of how much anger and fear

Lived inside of you

Of the one who most loved you

Most wished and then grieved

For your lack of true vital aliveness

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I know what you’re executing in your testament

It seems more and more every day I’m trying to find myself losing piece by piece of the Raw Me.

It’s been very long while since when looked into the mirror that I see ME instead left with a reflection of Grey Eyes.

Will I see the Raw Me ? …

I have hope and every day fight to keep that alive because I matter and I will never surrender or bow down to fucking nothing.

Love me those that are in my pack know the Real Me others see what I let them.

No matter how genuine your intentions are you will always be seen as the spawn erosion of affliction in someone’s story.

Luas dia I do thuras Deborah

Alex

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