Pain writes poetry.
All the rainbows are gone
In the land of hurt and misery.
Nothing is in line.

Invasion of chaos.
Sacrifice of sanity.

A choice is on the table.
Reach for the gun or pen.
Think now or think no more.

Do not disturd
the control of reason.

A thin line is drawn
between the good and the bad.
An open mind is needed
to see it.

Eyes lie to the heart.
Or the other way around.

Falling down a rabbit hole,
expecting Alice.
She is not there,
but your insane mind is.

I know where to go
to be happy.
It's just
that road
isn't for me.

It feels good
in cold arms of desire.
It's hope that doesn't
want me to see.
The road.

For me.

It's pictures in my mind
that push the words
out on the open.

It's pictures in my mind
that make me feel
I'm not a rock,
but molten lava.

It's mayhem in my mind
that makes me man.
To live and die.

I want to leave
a gift at your doorstep.
A box of feelings
I have for you.
Had,
can't wait to say.

Wild beast,
your ****** claws
rip apart my mind
night after night.

Word upon word
the agony hardens
the pain
I give to you.
The ultimate gift
now set me free.