Excuse My Soul

I've lost your memory forever hidden from my heart,
Ghosts of the past darken the longer we're apart.

I can not continue to act as if the extreme malice
Shown to me was deserved from your crimson palace.

But I can excuse my soul for believing in dreams,
Ones only my trusting heart held dear it seems.

All an illusion to have faith in one whom shatters
The covenant of we,acting as if nothing matters.

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Dreams

In my dreams there is a wish that is coming true,
Each day the celebration of uniting the lost two.

In his dreams the same dream keeps finding a home,
Where the days lead them as one, at night they roam.

In our dreams the future unfolds as it were today,
Divine guidance as the angels lead us on our pure way.

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Dead

You are dead to me as if I had viewed your corpse
Laying in a silken pine box waiting for your last wake,
Dead as the stench of betrayal and hypocrisy of the
Bodies walked over in the drive to the top of life.

I am dead to you from the first moment you realized
My purity of thought was as true as your darkness,
Dead as the shriveled heart that is left from the
Torture of your destruction against any kindness.

We are dead, never were, never will be anything but
A cold, black memory where there is no hero or ghost,
Dead as a novel no one has read, or will ever see by
An author who looks at them as ones he loves the most.



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