Well, well, well
Hello there.
Let's be seated
There's something we have left undone
That needs to be completed
Nothing you say can persuade me
So you'd better pray
Today will be a good day
For the monster that you've made of me
You know...
I realize that by this time
Things might begin to fall in line
In your mind
And you're beginning to comprehend
That this is it for you, "My Friend"
I'm sorry you're frightened
(We were afraid too, thanks to you)
I'm sorry it hurts
(It's not what we do, except to people like you)
I'm not actually sorry
(It could be much worse, We can't ******* lie)
If you live, I hope you suffer
(But we won't care if you die)
Now, now, now
Don't be scared
The fight has been conceded
There's nothing left that can be done
You've all but been defeated
I guess I can say
It's been a bad ******* day
And Monsters can't silence their Demons.
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 11:57 PM UTC
I look over my shoulder
And the shadow at my back dips away
The moon sways
And behind me in the darkness
I hear
An empty sound
Too hollow and profound to really understand
Too backwards and garbled to comprehend
And yet I pretend
That the nightmares don't make me sweat
And I pretend
Like the spirits will make me forget
But they don't
And I won't
It appears
I'm not done here yet
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 12:14 AM UTC
Ah, Mania!
Welcome back my friend!
I've been waiting for you to come back again!
I must say
It's been too long
I have spent too many nights trying to "be strong"
Without your smiling face to guide me...
...With grace to a place somewhere inside me
Where you hide me
And I suffocate
Let's not wait another minute more!
I have the keys,
There is the door
Places to go
And people to see
Things to do
Places to be
Oh
Mania.
There you are again.
I've begun to wonder
If you're really my friend
But you know I'm not ready for this to end.
We're here, My Dear
..Let us begin.
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 12:01 AM UTC
I seem to always be in a constant state of fight or flight.
The worst part is that there's no one to fight,
and nowhere to fly to,
because the enemy is Me.
My own thoughts, my demons, they cling to me.
They've
embedded
themselves
into
me
like parasites.
Feeding off of my soul,
day in and day out until I am nothing but a husk.
The only way to escape the torment even for a moment
is to
cleave
my
mind
from the present,
to float somewhere between this reality
and the one that the devil on my shoulder
tries to convince me is true.
But there's always still a part of me that holds on down below, in the present, in the real world, so that I can reel myself back in again. So I don't completely drift away like a kite slipping through a child's grasp on a windy day. Drifting on an updraft, whirling and twirling upwards and into the clouds..
Hell...
Maybe that wouldn't be so bad.
Maybe next time,
I'll just let go of the string.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 9:59 PM UTC
Oh my wretched heart
You vile, evil thing
Still beating out a rhythm of pain
Enfolding myself in your ink black
Darkness day after day
A spider in my chest
Eating me away
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 12:51 PM UTC
It doesn't matter how you hold it
or choose to show it
or how you know it
that Old Familiar
has a way of saying what you cannot say
of pushing you through every day
and being the rock in the path that won't wash away
no matter how hard it rains
that Old Familiar leaves it's stains
It's aches and pains
And far-reaching scars that threaten sane
And sunny days that still have those
Dark clouds tucked away
Just in the case
You should forget your place
On a better day
That Old Familiar
Plants its roots
In the soles of boots
that cannot step away
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC
If you have never awoken late in the night
to a soul-crushing feeling you could not identify
To the hammering hooves of a racehorse heart
With a jump and a gasp and a fright and a start
If you have never felt a pillow of darkness upon your face
As you drift off to a silent place
Squeezing out every single breath
Playing hide-and-seek with death
Thrashing in your bed, reliving what's been said
Clutching to your head
In fear of an impending explosion
if you have never felt the erosion of time
or the way beauty becomes grime
to be wiped away on a windscreen
and if you have never seen
the pits of darkness pooling at your feet
and fully given yourself to defeat
if you have never laid down to close your eyes
certain that you would never rise again
then
You have never known the terror, the fear
Which bears down upon myself year by year
And never would you hear, with ears this pure
the screaming of the demons which trap us here.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC
I remember one scent that lingers over
Every memory
Every defining moment that made me
Me
The sweet scent of the lilac trees
That used to lull me into sleep
In their shade
And on the moss
I never knew so much of loss
and pain
Or joy and gain
In the days I would remain
Beneath the lilac trees
When my world came crashing down
When I felt I just might drown
In sorrow or madness
Or sadness and pain
Forever suspended
And there remain
And never might know
Joy or gain
Again
I would find my solace
And my peace,
as fragile it may be
There upon this bed of moss
Looking through the Lilac trees.
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 9:28 PM UTC
**** it.
**** it.
**** it.
This manic mind
This depressed
This suppressed
This unimpressed
Pervious
Imeasurable mass of emptiness
Overflowing with sadness no, not so
Simple as that
But more an interweaving madness
A growing mass
Like a tumor
Malignant with forelorn
And adorned with ornamental sentiment
Regret and all the things one forgets
Just to **** it up and get on with it
And the day to day, it stays that way
We cut out our tongues for lack of lungs
To breathe the air required to care enough
To speak the words we need to say
Everyday
We cherrypick our blessings and forget
To give credit to the lesser triumphs we've made
Day after day
We watch the light shine brightest
And we let it fade and fade
Never reaching out into the growing darkness
For fear we will be dragged away.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 12:39 AM UTC
You don't know me, though you pretend you do
You'll turn your nose up when I'm talking to you
Too much of a coward to look me in the eyes
Too busy believing your own lies
Judging those who you've never met...
Oh forgive me, I haven't introduced myself yet
I'm the meanest ***** you never knew
I don't see people, I see straight through
To every intention you try to hide
And even things you feel inside
I'm the voice that echoes in your head
To remind you of what is done and said
I'll make sure you know just where you stand
Let the cards fall where they land
I've been dealt the Devils hand
And I will play for keeps
Karma is a ***** my friend
and Karma never sleeps
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC