It's That Time of Year AgainIt's that time of year again.It's That Time of Year Again by Tempestazure
It's coming close to Christmas time
God, I sure as hell hate this time of the year
Here they come, crawling out of the woodwork like rejects from the last halloween party
Flesh eating zombies, soul sucking vampires
Creeping along to suck the warm blood from my veins so they can have life
All feeding off my soul to enable them to once again take on a human form
Once again enticing me into their world, making me believe in their false love
Then comes the strike like a hooded cobra
First puncturing, then stealing my goodness
Replacing it with their poisonous venom stunning me while they rip into my very soul
I hate this side of December
Now vaguely being able to see them crawl away again, they leave me for dead
Til I feel my new breath again on Christmas Day.
It's that time of year again.
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Swallowing DeathSinking back into my own tears, I see nothing but a hole of death sitting waiting to suck me back in.Swallowing Death by Tempestazure
I had only just got used to the idea of living and now it has been destroyed.
I was on my best behaviour and did the things I was supposed to do.
Window shopping for the white dress and the trimmings - and was unaware of my life being re-mapped out by someone else
Someone who knew how to control my situations, someone who thought they had a say.
Now where am I?
At this moment - A nightmare, awaiting the outcome of seven trials of my life before the next one can begin.
The first being that of my birth.
I'm finding it getting darker as the hole of death is consuming me
My mind becoming a sea of black mud, Swallowing death
Too thick to speak of the six further trials of my life.
Why now? when I had just got used to the idea of living again.
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TelephoneTelephone by Tempestazure
I was alone in the house today, mind you these days that was not so unusual.
While in thought about my new confined freedom there came an unfamiliar sound.
I picked up the phone, the first call to come in on this almost new wall mounted phone, I was still trying to get used to the idea of having a chocolate brown telephone.
I preferred my trimphone but now that has gone, my beautiful petrol blue cleanlined trimphone.
Whose ring was as beautifully formed as its design, but what say did I ever get in anything these days.
That was the phone call that became our Genesis, the phone call that brought us closer than we ever should have been.
You trickled love down the telephone like gentle drops of warm water, soothing me, refreshing me.
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