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The Hum Of The Broken SoulI act as your warrior,
Guarding your life as if it's my own,
However you have wondered too deep into shadows road,
I must let go before you drag me down,
So I sit here as I watch them take you,
Down the fiery pit of hell,
I will forever hum the tune of your broken soul.
When Fear Comes Out To PlayDown the narrow road,
We must stay down low,
We must blend with the Earth,,
We mustn't be spotted by the retched crow,
If so the alarm will be given,
To those blood thirsty creatures,
That hunt us down,
Like the animals we are,
We are safe during the day,
But are vulnerable when the stares,
Come out to play,
They can smell us miles away,
Our fear lingers in the air,
But this seems familiar,
But normally we are the predator,
Hunting down our pray,
And let our dogs fetch them as they lay,
People knew this day would come,
People knew karma would bite us back,
For the feelings we lack,
And take the soulless human being.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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