

The Weary TrackThe Weary Track by: Mark DeanThe Weary Track
Around the weathered tracks we run following the weary stream never stopping to simply reflect or hopeful enough to dream
we never stop to rest and think fearing what our thoughts would say staring blindly straight ahead ignoring the passing of each day
the weeks float quickly by leaving not the smallest trace except the growing lines of age appearing on our weary face.
The walls are quickly closing in the track shrinks each long year we try to fight it and escape but are held back by


Love After LifeLove Past Life by: Mark DeanLove After Life
I approach the foreboding stones Soon to be with her The night air chilling my bones I’ve come to be reassured
Shovel of misguided love in hand I stand before the buried grave My hope underneath this ageless land
I dig for my withering sanity Uncovering the musty box Resisting the urge to flee I undo the rusty locks
The wooden casket slowly opens
My eyes pierce the morbid gloom Love everlasting rests here alone Ensnared in this eternal tomb
I gaze into the lifeless eyes Ca


Dark WonderingsDark Wonderings by: Mark DeanDark Wonderings
The scarlet moon intrudes Upon my nightly confession Reflecting in my cold eyes The Cruelties of my past life.
I linger in the cold Staring into the eternal sky Pondering the dark path before me Knowing soon I shall die.
The radiant stars of purest beauty Fall to a watery grave Feeding the pain of a century Can I be saved?
I wander in the shadowed garden Tracing footsteps of guilt Wishing for a change Knowing it's to late.
Seeing the dawn of hope I lay down to slumbe


Piece of MindPiece of mind By: Mark DeanPiece of Mind
Buried deep within my back Knife of reason and reality Twisted into my spine What is real? What is not?
Thrown over the edge Into a new reality Encased in the hate of peers Snapped beyond self recognition
Truth of self hidden Forced out by the beatings Lash out in frustration Crush the heartless fuckers
The water of red life Bathing in its cruel glow Fucked images in my mind The dead stare in pity
The jaded sense of being Makes me embrace the grave The dirt cover
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