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As I Sit in Hell Hunched over on a stool of mud, I clutch my only friend How strange it is this tool of death will never meet its end The rain mists down upon my hat, and drips softly from the brim as the droplet strikes the ground, I think that none can win The weaving trenches are filled with more than mud and blood and rain they are drenched in sorrow, from countless men who simply wish to love again For this place cannot be loved, nor can love survive a day your heart may beat, but it is in vain for it slowly fades to grey The promise I made to someday return, keeps my focus strong The sleepless nights, I see her face; it drags

The Invisible Heart Oh how I yearn for yesterday, where your kisses were always sweet You said you loved me, deeply, dearly and gave me your heart to keep. Our binding love as strong as coal, pressed slowly into gleaming gold this trust you give becomes my fuel, a burning passion in my soul But since, the tar of secrets has seeped out and enveloped our life the putrid oily death, crushing, now igniting tension and strife. Your black viscous words barricade my gaze endowing me nothing to view but long empty days. But my gaze pierces through the part I should see, your throbbing crimson soul which you once gave to me. But you've snat

Mechanic of Love I was strangely empty, hollow, an empty cast of a man, my heart, somehow un-whole as if someone had had harshly twisted away a rivet from my soul While content, I merely existed, passed my days by, not cherishing their sweetness, but spiting them out as sour and bitter lies But then from afar my angel appeared and my fading sweetness was returned to me no, not returned, poured over me in a rinse of reality with your gentle arms, the hands of a saint, you remove my broken body from myself leaving only the part I give to you the part that knew the part that hoped, that longed, that yearned for the mechanic of love t