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Erik P Hughes AKA Kire K Hughes

Copyright 2000-2001


Beauty Dies
(Over looked)

Beauty dies and shadows scream;
The light has taken it away again.
To see the dim light peering in
Is to watch life slip away.
When leaves fall and turn to dust.

Do you think we will ever be the same?
Little drops of blood fall down the same rusted drain
No matter how you hide the same decaying soul,
Forced to be the same, forced to hide the pain,
Grass withers and turns to nothing;
Roses burn and melt to blood
When angels fall and when we sin.
The line is growing so thin
Who are you to say my life is a sin?

When beauty dies and shadows scream

By: KirE-Erik


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Hallway
(Empathy)

I stop and turn at the end of the hallway.
A mirror on the other side, it shatters.
I run to pick up whats left.
Griping the glass to tight my hands begin to bleed.
I stare at my self through the looking glass,
but I have no image, for i was only a still born.
Never beleaved in a god I never knew.
Alone I weep in this hallway of broken mirrors.
Nothing in the eyes of this no name god.
By: KirE-Erik

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why i nEvery smile



Im sorry mom cause I don't believe in that place in the sky.
Im sorry shana cause I don't believe in this life that will never die.
Im so sorry I see this end so bitter and dry.

I beleave in angels, wings broken, cannot fly.
I believe faith is just another way to hide.
I believe in god, a god that can only cry.

Im sorry I believe in nothing that won't fade away and die..
By Kire P. Hughes.



Defiled Text



Why god do you only exist in human defiled text?
Only vague scribble marks from a hopeful heart
If prejudice is blind hate
Than faith must be blind hope
You tell me to open my arms and my heart
I say open your eyes and mind

All my prayers I only wanted some one to pray to

You force your ideas
your mind set
you shove it down the throat of the unwilling
I keep mine
In my heart, thought and this paper.
These screams I'll open to the willing
These screams are only whispers forever lost in time

by Kire K. Hughes AKA Erik P Hughes




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