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Standing in the bathroom you stare at yourself for hours. I watched you as you slowly died before my eyes It killed me to know I was helpless to stop it I remember days at the beach the sand so hot you would pick me up And put me on your shoulders carrying me to the safety of the seas Cool waters Riding with you on your bike The wind in my hair and fear in my heart Exhilaration mixed with terror The camping trips, fishing in the dawns light as the mist drifted across the water and joy filled...

As you drag your fingernails across each ridge You can feel the indentations where she had forced the pencil to the paper So many years ago With each swipe of your finger the ridges lose their edge, The valleys crumble and history vanishes You knew with each passing what you were doing Yet could not help yourself To feel her touch of so many years ago was too much to ignore Then suddenly there was no more You couldn’t help but cry with the loss. As page by page Your mother Slipped away Her c...

Searing pain mixed with blood Does the little Lamb come Youth lost to carnal pleasures Does the innocents die Little Lamb so still within the shadows A little soul lost A little girl does cry In this world of pain and blood Darkened walls and shadowed landscapes Crawl around the confines of her prison Tears drop into the dirt on the floor Mixing with blood Creating loss Creating misery A stranger slips through the shadows A hero of the hour A monster for all time The father Born from hatred ...