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  Man I loved being abused And I think you did too Kinda wish it wasn't over Please come back my four leaf clover Maybe it's no self respect My problem is that I easily forget You and I are the same in that And I think you also want to come back I think the abuse was love A traumatized version from above Neither of us could admit it So we kinda had to split it As Kanye says run away There's nothing left for us to say Except that u can always come back But remember we'll both be under attack

Above the Heavens.

Above the heavens was an ocean In the ocean there were the drowns and sorrows of the world From the rain there came the sorrows And the rain held the secret to living Dante slowly walked up a bridge From his mind, there came a painting of rain The rain was his mind. It was in his mind and his mind was him.  His trudging boots were worn and worthless. On the bottom was a hole.  The rain from around him flooded his sole. His feet were broken and worn. No one knew where he was, It was 3am on a Tuesday morning, Dante held his empty pocket aggressively On his left hand was a beautiful ring, but it had lost its reason. Dante was now at the top of the bridge. "Why is it that even whenever everything is right, wrongness eventually takes over?" Dante took off his ring and threw it at the river, almost trying to harm it. He felt like half a man. His mind was warped to an anger. He stayed up on the bridge. His mind was forcing him to think about everything. In the distance the sun began

The Eye's Fire and The Soul's Fortress

 On the fire,  The bridge in water A blaze caught the girl's attention Above her eyes a leering force of entrapment and downers. By her side, A man in white Christian to the core was his heart And in his soul was wine. By her side, A man in black Skeptic to the core was his heart And in his soul was lust. In the sky was an eye And in the eye was darkness It watched over the three. The eye glimpsed over at the clock on its side It said "time's ticking." The girl looked at the man in white She asked why he was drunk He said the Lord's blood ran through him His love made him free The girl looked at the man in black She asked why he was lustful He said Nature's life ran through him Biology made him who he was. She couldn't help but wonder what she believed Her cheeks were all rosy gold and her nose running Her faked skin made her uncomfortable. The clock by the eye stopped ticking finally And everything flashed It was final The verdict was out The

What's Left?

There he sat the lack of time professed his hands A mind of unduly sentences and irreverent passion Forgoes his damage onto the cement An unwantedness polluted his soul, Everything accomplished

The Changed Confederate.

He trudged through the dancing thicket His mind was on a tasteful brew In the distance was a singing cricket On his arms blood drew Boastful was the night His eyes were blinded A roaring fire in sight His legs were binded Approaching cabin fever, The residents saw the man. He signaled to the weaver, A white flag in his hand. The man came closer, His weakness tied his chest. Fear was the composer, The man fell to rest. Inside the residents were in dismay. A wife turned to her spouse. Night soon turned to day. No one left the house. There were three young men in blue. Of them, Jay was the only adult. Younger than twenty were the other two, They looked at Jay to exalt. The house belonged to a couple Kids' toys were on the floor The winter made hours supple Jay and the two looked at the door The man outside lay face-down He appeared sickly The cabin was far from town He needed help quickly. Finally, Jay left to get him A violent snowstorm blurred his vision. But the man was in gray tri