Undertow

Climbing the walls ’til my nailbeds bleed

Words on your tongue, only built to deceive.

No energy left to go blow for blow

Secrets exposed, with nowhere to go

No reason to fear, I won’t call your bluff

I truly do think that I’ve had enough

Sorrow coursing steadily through all of my veins

Refusing to let emotion take over the reins

Whatever the outcome I’ll shall rest assured

Being played by you has been fucking absurd

You wormed your way in with pizzaz and a smile

A wolf in sheep’s clothing, well disguised all the while

Always setting your mark and you making your moves

Not giving one fuck about who you lose

Gave you all that I had, but it wasn’t enough

What will you do now that I know all of your stuff

Lies upon lies, hurt swells, then subsides

Lips pursed tight, no one more the wise

Rest that worried mind, your secrets I will keep

Question is though, how did I get in so deep

Searing agony inside, but my feelings I stuff

Realizing that I will never be enough

I kept it so real through thick and through thin

Despite all my pain throbbing deep from within

I wish you no harm, want to see you succeed

I believe in your mission, your hopes and your dreams

No one with a conscience could do what you do

But remember in time, karma always comes due

Everything now, so thoroughly clear

Try all you want, but you can’t be sincere

A suffering soul, projecting self hate

Immeasurable pain, no one else can translate

Let business be business and peasure be pleasure

Giving you support through joint endeavors

No longer will I be your pawn

Should I or shouldn’t I make you gone

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I am

I am the wild
Fragmented shards of broken glass

magnetically recomposed

I am the free

Unexpected outpouring of

expression

passion

showing my most inner self

I am human

Tears of the purest joy

droplets of pain

gather

in a collective muddled river that twists and winds

meandering through life

basking in and absorbing

the rays of the morning sun
feeding, swirling

becoming a homogeneous mixture

I am the healer
Wade in my healing waters

find comfort and solace

as you snuggle

enraptured in my wings

radiating love and strength

So that you may take flight

once again

As I have

Fast Forward

Latest introspective from me, Scarlet.
Silence your inner demons once and for all!

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Who will survive? Keeper on him…or me…

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It’s either him or me. In a matter of minutes, one of us shall perish. Whatever I decide, the rest of my life will be spent living with my decision. Whether that is forty years down the track, surrounded by loved ones in a sterile hospice or moments from now, alone and ill-prepared remains to be seen. If there was an option other than do or die then I would take it; holding somebody else’s life in your hands is a burden I never wished to carry. Despite this, it’s just the way things have worked out on this occasion.

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A brilliant man, a wondrously creative soul, a man I am proud to call my acquaintance! If you don’t know of him, you’ll soon wish you had….Keeper on Adam….MUST READ!

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