death beckons
and i long
for sweet release
from dreary song
old friend
or friendly foe
merciful end
i want to go
death is memory
not unkown
merely forgotten
as we've grown
looking back
looking ahead
mirror image
t'was always dead
universe
one song
eternal curse
to go on and on
ringing round
in my head
no escape
wish i was dead
Jan 17, 2022
Jan 17, 2022 at 7:46 AM UTC
why is it so easy
to break beautiful things?
to **** a bird in seconds
that took millennia to sing
i cradled that glass
i held on for dear life
and all in an instant
it slipped before my eyes
broken glass on the floor
funny how the shards sparkle
only boasting their magic
after their downfall
can't handle much more
this feeling is awful
every moment so tragic
can't get enough though
your heart and mine
evolving from nothing
since the beginning of time
shattered in seconds
cause I said the wrong line
it's funny how fragile
god made beautiful things
it's pretty ******* tragic
some birds never learn to sing
Nov 23, 2021
Nov 23, 2021 at 11:06 PM UTC
i'm still here
things are still, here
everything has changed
but the pain is the same
the air is stale
habits beyond the pale
never seem to get it right
always doomed to fail
stuck in the stillness
****** by the illness
does god hate me?
or is it myself that did this?
May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 5:31 AM UTC
doom and gloom
no hope for the future
mother nature is dead
i didn't mean to shoot her
dead men walking on borrowed time
there ain't no reason but plenty of rhyme
debts will be paid
for our crimes
whether we're sitting on billions
or nickels and dimes
May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 5:21 AM UTC
another day another mistake
these bad habits I can't seem to break
it's as if they posses a mind of their own
my will wavers whichever way the wind is blown
indulge in excess
time and time again
I repeat the process
repent then sin
rinse and repeat
the guilt consumes me
I never seem to learn
at least not fully
even when I spend months on end
sober and free and conscious again
the cycles always draw me near
like a siren's song I can't unhear
I return to hell to make my bed
and as I lay in it - soul half dead
I come to terms with the fact
that this was my consciously chosen path
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 2:47 AM UTC
one day i took lsd
my famished soul drank in all it could see
i sought answers, maybe god
but horror upon horror was all that i got
i woke up to the realization that
i was responsible for everything bad
guilt and pain and fear consumed me
beaten down by my ego's contumely
the mind is truly a wicked place
it can twist your world, contort your face
staring down the devil, the reflection in his eyes
gives away the mirror upon which his visage relies
t'was myself i feared the most
the ephemeral glimpse of a lurking ghost
the screams from hell echoing near
but they existed nowhere beyond my ear
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 3:20 AM UTC
feelings of hopelessness and thoughts of suicide
flood into my consciousness
an unrelenting torrent of dread fills every crevice
of the dark hollow cavern that is my mind
there is no way out
every direction i look turns into a dead end
king midas of death, my mind is my bed
made it up and now i lie in it
every path leads nowhere good
two paths diverged in a dreary wood
and i took neither, frozen in place
waiting for the inevitable
thoughts of hope
haha just kidding...
...unless?
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 3:16 AM UTC
an unfamiliar feeling
that feels awfully right
an ephemeral state
a shimmering light
i've met this stranger before
the nomadic apparition
standing by the door
with a whimsical disposition
why are you here?
i question the ghost
for it mysteriously visits
its skeptical host
i think, for the time being
you're here – let's celebrate
might as well bask
in the absence of pain
yet wrought with nervous thought
i cannot withhold my worry
i cannot subdue
the anxious query
how long will you stay?
i want to question the ghost
but before i manage
it's vanished
from its skeptical host
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 11:38 PM UTC
loops of thought
my mind is madness
loss of hope
my heart is sadness
loss of sense
my world is senseless
loss of self
i am defenseless
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 10:40 PM UTC
there it is again
that sinking feeling
so familiar
yet so foreign
i can't quite make out its origins
but it visits me from time to time
twisting my guts
scorching my soul
there is a certain comfort in its familiarity
i've known this feeling for years
it was there when i was young
and stays with me as i grow old
but as the duality of life is omnipresent
there is a certain dread in its familiarity
i remember it from hell
and it follows me as i search for the lord
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 5:07 AM UTC