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Trey Evans Nov 2014
“By any means necessary”
Words of encouragement to my self-depreciated soul

Pure happiness coming at a premium
The outside world strips me; making me its *****

Strange lips and unfamiliar hands cradle me
Satisfaction in this sense is only temporary

Criticism coming from every direction
Questioning whether my lifestyle is necessary

I’ve never enjoyed my naked predicament
However, it’s my only productive option

Allowing simpletons to simply have their way
Faking pleasure, keeping my pain locked in

After so much abuse, I try to be a man
Clothing myself again, ******* up the tears

The world has other ideas
Unleashing every one of my fears

Again, cold and abandoned
I find myself back at square one

Becoming a slave to the world
Just another form of prostitution
written 1/2/13
Trey Evans Nov 2014
With all the things on my chest, I can hardly breathe
With all the things in front of me, I can hardly see
But it’s easy to see that my emotions get the better of me
Can’t help but admit I let love get the better of me
My heart tears kinda easy, believe me
Your words cut deep, and I bleed immediately
If I die, know that my heart still beats for you
Still wanting to find a spiritual connection with you
But you’re connected with another soul
Another whole mess I put my heart in
So to hell with the love that I put my heart in
Me and the leftover pieces of my being
Will try to make the most of being a human being
written 7/17/10
Trey Evans Nov 2014
Cigarette smoke lingering in the air
A full bottle of whiskey next to the bed
Uneasy feelings of my past life
Unsettling memories of you in my head

Reasons for infidelity never discussed
*** performed; alas, no love displayed
Late night intrusions by ****** intruders
Roles of husband and wife horribly played

Children we once planned on having
Simply a simple fornicated ideal
A shell of my former robust being
Attached to emotions unreal

Habitual rituals no longer practiced
Alcohol and drugs relinquish my lust
Notes of times past crumbled in the trash
Suddenly, the rush from your touch is a must

Hallucinations impair my rational thinking
My inner demons come to life
It’s only 8 p.m.
This is going to be a pretty long night…
written 5/29/12
Trey Evans Nov 2014
Lord,
I know I’m nowhere near your model image
For what a good human is
I come here with nowhere left to turn
Exiled from my home
Ridiculed for trying to change
My devilish looks turning strangers away
My reforming person unaccepted by family

Tonight I weep
For what I was born into
And not being able to change
Into something you see fit
My tears,
Burning the very ground I walk on
Hoping for redemption
Praying for forgiveness

I’ve never asked for anything
But now?
I need answers
Answers to questions I’ve never been able to solve
Am I destined to be a demon?
Or can these horns form a halo?
5/16/13
Trey Evans Nov 2014
I’ve always believed
That I myself
Where just another puzzle piece
In the midst of a million others
But you were one in a million

Feeling like there was a chance
This common piece
Could be matched with another
That didn’t seem to fit to others
But I wanted you to

Truth of the matter is
There’s no two ways about it
However we try and try to make it work
No chance that we two pieces
Will ever complete this puzzle
written 7/28/13
Trey Evans Nov 2014
Another one taken down
The bottle’s about empty
The bottle shouldn’t be empty
I just got it today..
But these pills should’ve killed me today
Why am I awake?
Is God shielding me from my grave?
I’ve already carved my name and the date
But my soul won’t succumb to the power of self-hate
Just great.
Now I’m stuck in this body
Without anybody
Look at me, I’m just a nobody
Without any hobbies of meaning
Or purpose to change the world
I wanna talk to a girl, but they constantly think I’m scheming
I lied to my ex about feelings I wasn’t feeling
I’m a pathological liar still wanting you to believe me
I love you, you believe me?
Of course not
Plunge the scythe in my chest, watch my corpse rot
Figuratively of course, I’m still alive
To my surprise, can’t count how many times I could’ve died
In my terms, should’ve died
My wrist resembles cracks on the sidewalk
Carnal are my thoughts
Such a ticking time bomb
Thank god for my mom
Otherwise, I’d be just another guy
Solidifying no significant presence in this present time
But I’m rambling, enough confessin’
Please leave now
I need to take these anti-depressants
written 1/5/14
Trey Evans Nov 2014
Making love was easy for me
At least, it used to be
So many errant lovers I found
True love became difficult to see

The lips of a tender woman
Became an all-too familiar feeling
Convincing the feeling they gave me
Would prevent me from leaving

Best friends to complete strangers
Their passion all became the same
Regardless of the redundancy
*** was the only thing keeping me sane

Are men made for the comfort of a woman’s thighs?
Or are women inclined to rest upon a man’s pelvis?
This was never a situation of give and take
I never fail to get somewhat selfish

Contemplating at some times
Whether this life will lead me to my grave
Ignoring long term consequence
Just to make another ****** my slave

So, when this angel came along
Intimidated I was, to say the least
Expecting her to cut me down
Becoming my main source of grief

In the end, she gave in to me
Just another woman I fell into
Thought I'd never love again

Until I found myself saying “I do.”
written 6/5/13

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