It hits out of nowhere, with no warning.
A year since my last mental breakdown,
Thinking I was done with suicidal ideation,
And it hits me with the force of a torpedo.
I never know where it was lying dormant
Or what triggered the volcanic eruption
That burns away all progress made.
I just know that it hurts, and the ash lays heavy on me.
I lie down and I don't let myself get up.

I was never a rose,
But green
Not a chrysanthemum,
Nor an orchid
Something cut,
Walked upon
And yet,
You were the dew
And kissed me,
With a thousand moist kisses
Everynight,
Making me sparkle
In the sunrise

He took her to his cabin up in the northern woods
so no one could hear her scream
when he tied her to the four post bed
to live out all his dreams

now she calls him Master
when he unbinds her from the bed
but still he makes her subject to
the whims inside his head

Now and then he lets her run
naked on a leash
but locks her in the spider hole
when it's time for him to teach

He knows she'll never get away
He'll make her love his hell
searching for what makes her smile
'neath his Stockholm syndrome spell

He F 'd her up and beat her down
until she finally came around
So beautiful in her black and blue
She whimpered "Master, I love you"
Then he knew
Her Stockholm love was true

He gently kissed her ****** face
and the bruises he so carefully placed
Held her in her broken disgrace
because her Stockholm love was true

Now they're always together
with their twisted violent love
He finally truly fell for her
and she can't get enough
Stockholm love!

He hits her with a rubber hose
She bites him on the thigh
scratching her name across his back
he slaps her 'til she cries
Stockholm love!

They love that they are lovers
profuse! profane! profound!
and when she finally got the chance
she tied her lover down

He loved her like no other
She understood his love
So she f 'd him up and beat him down
until they'd had enough

but he didn't comprehend
the depth of her Stockholm love
She blew him away with a shot gun blast
just so she could ***
Stockholm love!

Look out! Look out!
If you see her in your town
She won't be charmed
and she's always armed
so don't you stick around
She'll F ' you up and beat you down
Until she gets enough
Stockholm! Shot gun! Love!

Roosty

I had my fingers on a string
And only I could see
The pleasant sound that I could bring
A note of symphony.
The fond caress of vibration
On the forgotten hand
Evokes in me such elation
I fly above my land.