First entry into the holiday NTT, Brother for all the great inspiration you give us, this Thanksgiving we all give honor for knowing you.

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Illusions

I search my soul for the answers that be 
Never finding the one that satisfies me
I find a past dark and bleak inside is all
Unknowingly I listen to a maddening call
I pick up the mask that hides the real me
And wear the smile everyone expects to see
The truth is always hidden from societies view
I leave my true self on this table looking up at you 

Considering the Hurt

You walked into my life without a knowledge of what was to come
Not considering the hurt you would face before our love was done
Small words of pain that cut deep into your soul leaving tears behind
I woke you in the middle of night just to get a thrill of seeing you crying
Insecurities start planting little seeds of how you should change for me
Your minds starts telling you lies that unfortunately you start to believe
I can please him if I try a little harder, I have to change to fill his desires
Life without his abusive love would leave me living in hell's raging fires
Alas I walk home from saying the apology you should be alive to listen to
I regret the day my attitude broke your soul but baby suicide is for fools

The Life of an East End Escort

The streets of London are damp, a cold fog in the air mixes with the stink
Thoughts are elsewhere not worrying what the respectable people think
Warned not to walk about alone in the growing fear of the dismal deaths
But night time in this city brings the money I earn from my wealthy guests
The Whitechapel Murderer is alive and taunting the police with a letter
Four months in this the year 1888, five murders couldn't have been better
As I am dressed for business I make my way to London's East End of town
Realizing that by signing the letter as Jack the Ripper I will never be found

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