With your eyes full of hate
As venom drips from your fangs,
Your pores oozing contempt
While anger courses through your veins.

A putrid cloud of malevolence
Surrounds your black heart,
While animosity and revenge
Rips your sanity apart.

Your mind has been poisoned
And your spirit subverted,  
By the slow death of your soul
Which you could have averted.

You chose to consume
The evil and hate,
Eating every rancid morsel
Served to you on that plate.

You wash it all down
With that liquid you hold dear,
As you continue to drown
In your own misery and fear.

This sickness has destroyed
Everything you held true,
You’ve traded your life
For that foul witches brew.

Unable to see
Past the darkness and lies,
Even deaf now to hear
Your soul’s pleadings and cries.

Unsuccessfully you try
To wash it away,
As you drink from that bottle
Day after day.  

I pray for your soul
And the torment you face,
But the truth about yourself
Alcohol can never erase.

Deep pools of heartache and sadness
spill from eyes like drops of liquid pain.

Contorted images of punishment and suffering
Twist and writhe just beneath the surface
Of a bruised and tattered form

Torturous memories
Devour and feast upon the dead carcasses
Of dreams and desires that once ran free
Within a realm of innocents

A heart held captive,
Bound by chains of broken promises and lies,
Held fast by the weight of fear and self pity,
Complacent to the illusion of change

The soul wanders lost within the mists of insecurity
As it searches frantically for that once loving hand
To lead it back into the light,
But only finding an angry fist
That forces it back into the darkness

How long must a nightmare continue
Before one can awake from its horror,
Or has this become the waking life
Of a content submissive
Trapped within one’s own brutal reality

Fading the blackness
With explosion of light
Eating away chaos
As sanity regains it sight

Righteousness erodes deep trenches
Through evils thick crust
As promise wields hopes hammer
And pounds it to dust

My fight has been long
A grueling battle it has been
For my quest to be wholesome
And free of all sin

But my resolve grows weary
And my will is getting weak
Just a balance between the two
Is all I now seek

How can there be a victor
In this ongoing fight
When it takes darkness
For there to even be light.

In the stealth of night
You may find me creeping
Pursuing my prey
On a midnight reaping

I slither and slink
Without the slightest of sound
As I silently make my way
Through the unsuspecting town

My killing blade
Tucked neatly away
As I cautiously stalk
My next deserving prey

Visions of my last
Fill my filthy little head
As I relish in the fact
That another sinner is dead

**** all these people
Who pretend to be just and clean
While behind closed doors
They‘re all bigger hypocrites and fiends

As they all pray by day
And fornicate in the same breath
I am the night’s judge and jury
And I sentence them to death

It gives me great pleasure
To be Satan’s next of kin
To punish all these ******* pretenders
Who are comfortably living in sin

As I sit alone in my cell
My mind starts to dwell
On the fact that I’m still here
Trapped in my own hell

Alone and imprisoned
By my own fear
As I continue my sentence
Year after year

My own prison I’ve built
Out of my own depression and shame
Unwilling to forgive
I have only myself now to blame

The foundation was laid
From my mistakes and bad choices
Bonded and strengthened
By all the angry condemning voices

The walls are built high
Solid and stout
To insure that I never
Climb or break out

Though my crimes were not evil
To be punishable by death
Sometimes I imagine them to be
So I can breathe my last breath.

Loneliness and heartache
Are two things I know well
Along with sorrow and pain
That keep me confined to my cell

One day I may be pardoned
And finally set free
From the emotional chains
That are now binding me

When that day comes
Will I be reformed and made whole?
Or in this cell will I stay
Another condemned and lost soul?

Those silly little things
that run through your head
all of the things
you wish you had said

the words rest upon your lips
but are never set free
as they shrivel and die
like a leaf on a tree

to have just the nerve
and or even the tact
the knowledge as to know
the right moment to react

But the timing is never right
and the courage is never found
by fear and self doubt
your hearts forever bound

So let your heart be your voice
Let it speak loud and clear
Through your manner and actions
For everyone to hear

Because sometimes actions
are far more meaningful than words
sometimes they get twisted
And sometimes not even heard

So don’t let it worry you
Or mess with your head
sometimes things are heard better
when they are left unsaid

What is it with you?
Tiny little pill
That makes me crave you
Even though I’m not even ill

You have clouded my judgment
And infected my brain
The way I let you control me
I must be totally insane

I know I should leave you
Discard you for sure
But I can’t seem to shake
Your illicit allure

You always seem to know
How to make me forget
All the things in my life
That fills me with regret

You numb all my pain
And chase away my fear
You take me from my reality
And make everything disappear

How ironic it is
Although my mind is sedated
I feel we are as one
Both poison and encapsulated

I guess I must accept
You’re my companion for life
My life’s guilty pleasure
My 80 milligram wife

So forever we are bound
You have had me from the start
Just one dose of your pleasure
So now it’s till death do us part