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When no one else ever seemed to care,
My Demons have always been right there.
Each time I've lost the will to fight,
They've promised to hold me all through the night.
Though they may help for just a while,
Without them I could never smile.
No longer do they wait to be invited,
For we have bonded and can't be divided.
On the lonely nights they keep me warm,
An evil shelter from a perfect storm.
Full of lust and full of greed.
Growing stronger each time they feed.
My Demons keep me from going insane,
They help to numb me from all my pain.
Never did I want them to hold on so long,
But their grip is tight, and their grip is strong.
Now whenever reality requires some quick evading,
There they are so patiently waiting.
So when my world becomes something I begin to fear,
My Demons whisper softly into my ear,
"We are here my dear, we will help you cope,
All you need is a little more dope... "

By:
T.K.
Ink bleeds through the paper,
Like the pain from my heart.
Like the poison in my veins
Love is deadly from the start.
Nothing to quench me
No way to feel whole.
Taking heed to others intentions
I am no longer paying their toll.
Forever stuck in this hell
With no one to fight for me.
Lost inside the darkness
With no one to hold the light for me.
I keep giving too much
Getting nothing in return.
I've been living for others
While I am of no concern.
Whatever you might chose to say
Just please stand by your word.
Because anything you have to say
Is a promise I've already heard.
Do not take me for granted
Try to appreciate what you've got.
Because this broken heart is dumb enough to give love one more shot.
I know I'm not strong enough for another battle I can't take much more.
I'm starting to question what the hell I am even fighting for.
This tender soul has been so badly severed.
Plagued with memories I wish where not remembered.
So if you are real and mean all that you say,
Dont make me a joke or just another game for you to play.
Because if you chose to hold me tight until my broken pieces come together,
Then I swear I will love you today tomorrow and until forever.


By: T.K.
Nice to meet you
My name is Mask,
I smile and say "I'm fine"
To all those who ask.
Your secrets I keep hidden
From all those prying eyes,
Camouflage your emotions
Your feeling become lies.
Wear me for too long and
Your soul I may steal,
Steep price to pay just to
Not want to feel.
Often in life we're judged by
Those who know not our
                              whole story,
Who live equally fake sheltered
By false glory.
Not all of us can handle
The monster inside,
That's why I am worn
So he can safely hide.
Removing me is a task
Not easily done.
You must fight with yourself
Until one of you has won.
So if ever you want to face
The beast within,
Prepare yourselves for war
And let your games begin...    

By,
T.K.
Step a little closer
Don't be afraid.
I am merely the monster
Everyone else has made.

Gone is my innocence
My purity my youth.
This world has changed me
It's the evil truth.

Cursed by vanity.
Plagued by insanity.
Caught in the charade
Of life's endless masquerade.

Between the heartache
And pain,
I've lost myself
And will never be the same.

Drowning in deceit
Lies have taken full affect.
Tortured by reality
The agony I inject.

Pieces of me have died
A little bit one by one.
I'll continue breaking
Until I have none.

Strength is a virtue
I was born without.
That came to me later
After learning what this world is all about.

So why should I apologize
For the monster I've become?
No one has ever apologized
For the damage they have done.

By:
T.K.
When the entire world is on my case,
Only one thing returns the smile to my face.
I call upon a friend I've known for years,
Guaranteed to wipe away all my tears.
I climb inside of our glass bed,
Instantly he begins to relieve my head.
And by keeping us warm beside the fire,
He allows our cloud to float higher and higher.
He's more precious then diamonds and more treasured then gold.
Never have I had a someone so willing to be bought traded or sold.
He is my best friend and always there when I need.
Hes my one. Hes my only. Hes my ****......

By:
T.k.
Constantly I struggle to survive each day,
Always feared I'd end up this way.
My vision is blurry my mind unclear,
I became a puppet and the Devil my puppeteer.
He controls every action, every move, every thought.
Can't believe for so little my soul has been bought.
With all I know now I only wish I'd known then,
Never would I have allowed for Satan's tricks to begin.
Now my body is aching, my arms are sore,
I can hear the Reaper knocking at my door.
And as life starts to draw down my final curtain,
The one thing I can I say I learned for certain,
Is no matter how hard you keep clawing and scraping,
From Satan's clutches there is no escaping.

By:
T.K.
The pressure keeps rising,
Still I keep trying,
To silence the voices in my head.

I keep on disguising,
Hoping no one's realizing,
That on the inside I am dead.

Memories,  they swallow.
Emotions,  made me hollow.
My monsters are needing fed.

No matter my sorrow,
It's the same fight tomorrow.
Down a dark path I've been led.

Every breath I grow more tense.
Nothing seems to make sense.
I've felt the evil begin to spread.

All at another's expense,
My life has grown so intense,
This harsh reality I've come to dread.

Mistakes I keep repeating,
These demons I'm not defeating.
I know what lies ahead.

Myself I have been cheating,
My self worth I am depleting,
Wishing I had the courage instead,

To take on this pain,
To not go insane,
So I'm not hanging by a thread.

Tired of this game,
Everyday feels the same,
I have been horribly horribly misread......


By:
T.K.
Been ridin' through hell.
My mind locked in a cell.
Who am I? Its getting harder and harder for me to tell.

Don't like the way I'm feeling.
Smokin' my issues instead of dealing.
What am I doing because I know what this is stealing.

Fantasy and reality have started to blend
Still I so foolishly pretend,
My greatest enemy was not once my treasured friend.

It should come as no surprise,
He fed me so full of lies.
He was no saint, just the devil in disguise.

He painted false illusions.
His promises were only delusions.
All my problems started out as solutions.

So much of myself he helped me deprive.
There's no guarentee he'll let me out alive.
I'm starting to grow cold, and only the strong survive.

As I draw in my last breath,
For he has finally led me to my death.
But what do you expect when you're heart has fallen in love with ****.....

By:
T.K.

— The End —