.At the middle of the bridge I stood, looking at the rocks below
One hundred feet, the drop would ****. I steeled myself, prepared to go.
Just as I was to hop the fence and get it over with and done.
I heard the sound of air brakes squeal; a bus stopped on its local run.

One passenger got off the bus; He was an old man grey and gruff.
The lines around his eyes suggested that he had often had it rough.
He looked at me with stern fixed glare and read my reason for being there.
With gentle words he saved my life, talked me off of my despair.

The years have passed, some good, others not
But never again was I in that spot, where I was tempted to walk on air.
I’m fortunate that he was there, an unlikely angel for an unspoken prayer.

Devil's Dream

3/4 ounces of madness
1/4 ounce of insanity
1/4 ounce of delusion
1/2 ounce of darkness
1/4 ounce of incapacity
1/4 ounce of  violence
6 ounces of nightmares

Combine all ingredients into a shaker,
Shake intensely for 10 minutes until  thoroughly mixed up,  strain into a high ball asylum unbreakable glass, top with gasoline, light on fire and serve.

This should make one hell of a drink.

Thank you for visiting Satan's Pub, please come back any time.

you're crippilingly insecure

behind a facade of control

you are as sad as you say
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i hope you don't die

but you need to know that hate is not more powerful than love.

I need to remeber what it felt like to have a blade run across my skin

I need to remeber the feeling of relief when the pain starts

I need to remeber the joy I get when I pick up the knife

I want to know the feeling I get if i burn my skin

I want to know if it feels better or worse than the knife

I need to do it one more time

I always want

the things i cant have

Hoplessly waiting

Carelessly flaunting

All i want to do is feel something

Your words cut me deeper than my knife

its was the only other time i have felt alive