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The Hell of It Is
He lives life within four walls
Each one with faces from the past
All those injured, and betrayed
Their words whispered in a twist of night
Remembrance of evils past
Victims crushed returning home
Scars left on the bedroom wall
A shadow pooling on the floor
Never known that sense of loss
The draining of security
Life now fragile, fractured ice
They turn away with fevered eyes
No sign of the midnight man
The thief of every certainty
He just jumped the garden wall
And continued in an endless fall.
Each one with faces from the past
All those injured, and betrayed
Their words whispered in a twist of night
Remembrance of evils past
Victims crushed returning home
Scars left on the bedroom wall
A shadow pooling on the floor
Never known that sense of loss
The draining of security
Life now fragile, fractured ice
They turn away with fevered eyes
No sign of the midnight man
The thief of every certainty
He just jumped the garden wall
And continued in an endless fall.
Published 14th Jun 2018
Author's Note
Suggested by the Stones' "Midnight Rambler."
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14th Jun 2018 9:46pm
14th Jun 2018 9:50pm
Thanks LilDragonFly. I'm glad it sustained your interest. I just hope it makes a lick of sense.
15th Jun 2018 00:09am
Damn these words sounds a lot like what David draiman would write
Awesome one
Awesome one
16th Jun 2018 7:52pm
I'll have to look up Mr. Draiman, not being familiar with his work. Thanks poetOftragedy!
15th Jun 2018 00:44am
16th Jun 2018 7:55pm
Thanks, Hauntedsoul. I try to come up with a twist or surprise when I can, when it works with the theme.
