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My Kind of Monster

January 26, 2019 by Deanna Repose Oaks

The pain I hear within your voice
Hits too close to heart
Pain I cherish, oh so dear
(For it captures my own strong fear)
Even as I stand, I am falling
A part
Two halves, not a hole
Never deep enough for me to bury
The dead, the lost,
The Unforgiven
Because I crave the days of merry
Meant: the whole world went to shit

I never had a Master, a bottle always at hand
Never so far, always
A part

Play that record, just one more time
That One from yesteryear
Which holds your pain within your voice
For everyone to hear
I drift everyday within the world
Then Fade to Black, out
Just in time for you to pull me in
To a newfound world of without

Your words still echo strong
Within my bleeding heart
But even with renewed purpose, just beneath
Surface tension, building up
Along the rim of my cup
Just waiting for my wreath

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