Sometimes my words live in the dark places
 
Riding the creative maelstrom
barely holding on,
Divinity or Dopamine,
Elation & Terror,
Waiting on the end,
Will I burn out or fade away.

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When the void speaks,
you must listen closely,
because it's only heard
in the echoes.
Respond with care,
the void's wants
are not your own.
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As the Witching Hour approaches.
As the Witches cackle and the Wolves howl,
Midnight approaches
and I hear the echoes of
All Hallows Eve.
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Isn't it about time for Pandora
to open the box and
set Hope loose on the World.
We've been waiting long enough,
so set Hope free.
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I never worry,
when my Angels and Demons argue.
It's the Quiet that troubles me,
when the voices are gone,
who will keep me company?
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In talking to Angels,
I find that their whispers
will set the Wicked ablaze,
while a Demon's whispers
will seduce the Saintly to darkness.
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On some days
when the tears fall
let them cleanse your soul
of shadows for a time.
Like a Spring rain
washing away the last of Winter.


Tymen