The changing of the seasons Affects my fickle mood I'm running out of reasons To drink water or eat food I'll just ignore the demons With the screen to witch I'm glued There is no hope nor beacon Just suffering to be viewed After my soul's been beaten Dripping blood and black and blue No answers from the deacon No solution from the pews No serotonin secretion Caused by that ****** Mary shrew So I wait for the completion Of my spring and winter blues.
A discomfort that manifests through a plethora of delusions Torturous thoughts brutalizing my mind like brain contusions Causing an endless cycle of suffering and confusion Sifting through the lies, misunderstandings, and illusions Chasing the light in the darkness praying for it’s diffusion A razor blade or a bullet are the only solutions
I’m sailing near the fringes of happiness and despair Along the river of misery where our souls are stripped bare On the border of the ignorant who live life without a care And the knowledgeable hanging from nooses painfully aware It’s a tumultuous journey to the light bringers lair And should not be undertaken lightly so you must beware Of all the deceit, misinformation, traps and snares
Self reflection is a dark wooded path filled with lynched souls A forest of decaying dreams, aspirations, and goals Endless entrances and passageways to endless rabbit holes Demons feasting upon children without restraint or control
They say on the other side there’s sunshine and pastures of green Crystal clear waters and ceremonies where angels convene Blue sky’s and warm weather where everyone’s just peachy keen But all I foresee is warfare, cancer victims, and ruptured spleens Genocide, systematic **** and all things obscene
When was the last day I laid eyes upon you When was I last able to watch you Smile and frolic on a sunny day Before you succumbed to self destructive ways?
Was it when I threw flowers on your grave Or when you became the poppy plants ***** When you were diseased infested and depraved The day I realized you could not be saved?
Or was it when you were still joyful and smiling Before you were crushed by the weight that was piling When your soul was still brightly shining? How far back was your fate aligning, What moment ended up defining Precisely what your future would be and why would the darkness not choose me? Why would it embrace you but leave me behind To rot with the rest of humankind?
When the Lady calls Darkness is sure to fall Like tears on a coffin She calls all too often She'll beckon for you softly Smile at you broadly She sings oh so sweetly Lady Death has come to meet me.
She wears her hair like a veil with skin so soft and pale Her physique; dainty and frail Take heed of the bleakness, Don't you dare assume the weakness Of her seductive melody the pitch intoxicates me. Her kiss will steal your breath beware the embrace of Lady Death.
Her eyes are a piercing blue And they will pierce straight on through the scraps that are left of you. She lays beside me every night, caresses me until the light shines bright, in the early morning; when she leaves me in mourning- cloudy thoughts, demons scorning. Lady Death is drawing near, She whispers nothings in my ear.
She pulls me towards the hereafter with charming words and soft laughter. She comes for me in the moonlight, bringing me comfort in the night. Yet her heart is black as coal She comes only for my soul, To drag me in to the dark. I fear soon I may embark on the last adventure, when it all becomes a blur, when the light fades away and I've reached my final day.
You can have my heart, Ms. Reaper; We'll roam together, Soul keeper. For the noose beckons every day, Darkness is pulling me away. Come ****** me up in my slumber; Only you can disencumber me of my eternal sorrow, I want your kiss on the morrow. My heart burns with desire and Lady Death lit the fire.
The sweet taste of self destruction, Makes it hard for one to function. The goal is self evolution To escape these corrupt institutions. But what's the solution Under our eroding constitution? So much **** confusion. So many twisted conclusions Reaffirmed by my delusions.
Pain, pain please go away. Anguish seems to always stay Under sunny sky's, on clouded days, A ***** to my pessimistic ways. Darkness seeps from my fingertips As the continents drift And the magnetic poles shift.
Melatonin brings sleepiness And dreams so hauntingly devious. Thoughts so painfully tedious, Even the devil could not conceive of this. They demand thoughtless obedience, A single consciousness of greediness, And anxiety ridden uneasiness.
Mushroom clouds of sorrow, The bleakness of tomorrow. Reasons to let the blood flow To rest six feet below. There's no peace to be found here Just cold stares, judgement, and sneers. Take me where the maggots eat at flesh Where dirt and corpses mesh.
I think we're all god ****** insane Because God ****** us with pain. With self-hatred flowing through our veins. They say **** is a physical place, Where evil souls are laid to waste. So why do we all get a taste Before our existence is erased? Because **** is in the mind **** is in the heart **** is all you'll find In a world so dark.
It's easy to say, You're a "good" father. Much harder yet, To prove it. Mine, Mine never failed. **** a mailman, Rain, sleet or snow? Drive one hundred and fifty miles, With the flu, And talk to me of loyalty, Of dedication.
My words and my poems Are no more than explanations And embellishments My means of expression For my life is my "art" It's what I am and what I write It's why I need to write To make sense of the things I've seen and done And there are times when I think I've done far too much Then, in deep contemplation I realise I could have done more And that kind of inner debate And discussion with myself Are a large part of my life Which becomes my version Of something like "art"
I still feel you like waves of nostalgia; the undertow of memories tugging at my shins, beckoning me to wade into the familiar. I revel in the numbing coldness of the water, it inches up my legs-- I know when to step out.
Long nights with the wrong one, almost phone calls to your voice; The cold holds me steadfast. I'm wary of a deep breath.
My lips quiver on sharpened words, irony berates me, pulls me, tries to drown me. I am the cold water, the unforgiving; I beg them not to wade in searching.