And I am here, in my hell, staring at that vague ray of light coming out of the dark tunnel. And it becomes brighter as I read poetry in your ear when you're all the way on the other side of the moon.

One can never persuade already persuaded.

Ergo:
*You've got to fight your own battles beneath your mind's capacity to always win the self-righteous 'believed' ethics imposed unto others and wisely remain silent for awhile.

*Let your life style, active philosophy and true deeds speak for themselves!

three years since i got so scarred up
from beating my head against a wall
and a blade against my wrist
and i've still not quite figured out how
to hit rock bottom with a ladder
instead of a shovel.
it's all i've ever known how to do,
i've been in a steady decline like the
***** of a line and
i fear the line will go on forever
unless i end it myself.
i could end it with a gun to my head,
a noose around my neck,
alcohol poisoning my liver,
anything to **** the thoughts inside my head.
i wish i could say i've survived this onslaught
of thoughts
but it just keeps battering against the walls
of my head,
slamming into them in a way
that leaves me all too ******.
maybe that's why i live so recklessly,
because these walls of my head
have only reflected what's inside and even
when i turn all the mirrors around i can't escape.
i don't have to look in the mirror
anymore to be well acquainted
with the demons inside my head,
i know they're sitting on my shoulders
holding a knife to my throat and
a gun to my head.

Questioning all the hurt you once felt
Wondering if love could occupy a dark place that self identifies as "heart"
Wanting to let go of a past that once tormented your every slumber
its hard to conquer something you never knew exsist

i have been living in an age
of constant pain,
and the clock ticks down endlessly
with a bladed pain;
cuts streak my wrists from its sharp tip
and i am forever bruised from beating myself
against the walls of this cage.
it seems to me that the only way to unlock it
is to lock my lungs
let loose my blood
set free my organs
cut open my throat
until i am choking on the metallic taste of finality.