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(Live life like no tomorrow! No regrets!)
From: [de Morte] page.

a dream is a wish your heart makes!!!)

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I miss the old days just sitting looking at the pond, haven a drink taking a smoke. every day was new and eventful. those that came there to stay all day, some came and whent like the passing wind. others I saw diffrently when it was night. it wasnt me that brang every one together, nor did I try to stop the fall out. we all had our lone time and our chances, I missed a few and that is that.

time

time is what we have but never enough.
it is always moveing forward.
moving so fast we forget it is even there.
ever constent in its way.

memories

some have have there life wrighten in a book of their mind.
my mind is always balnk
never remebering what was said nor what is done.
for the day before was never there.
what i have is the second i live in, for when i die i have no thought of what was before.
i only know what to do now, not knowing if i done it before
my mind is clear, memories are there but like an old moire
my mind sinks to the bottom, over laping what was before it.

time is some thing we canyt get enough of, we wasit it like we have all of it, but in the end we had none of it it has us. time fades or minds, it destorys towns, it has no forgiveness nor any mericey.

....times up now.

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What you see from me, is nice and kind to thee.
You do not know the demon inside me.
He rages war, destroys all that I know.
Every day the battle wages inside.

Now I hold him in chains that are tight.
He will wait till time is right.
When I am weary, tired of all night
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Nice I may be, kind as one can see.
In these chains he waits.
In the bars, behind the brick.
The demon inside waits to be free.

All he wants is to destroy.
Has no mercy, nor care for what is there.
The battle we wage is every day.
Constant war inside me.

The angel of me is what you see.
Then you don’t know the demon inside me.
I try to be nice
But really I am not.

Inside me is a demon waiting to get out.
He waits in silence when the time is right.
Break those chains that held him tight.
To remove all the things that is light.

I’m sitting there looking at the floor.
I see these tiles, meaningless to anyone else
But what I see I really can’t say.

As I write this I see their images.
Staring at me, looking to me, devouring each other.
What they show is the war inside me.

The demons I have the angels I save.
Their faces so clear, their expressions so real.
Each time a new feeling I see.

For some are sad, unhappy with what they are.
Many have anger for what they have done.
Few have forgiveness for the others that there.

For every second they appear moving across the floor.
From tile to tile showing this war, watching this movie nothing I can do.
I cannot intervene. For this was already done.

I can’t change who I was, but I can see who is winning.
All I can do is hold the balance between the two.
For this is a war that will never be over.