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Standing hear on the wrong  side of tracks , on my arm .

my living hell addiction .

stabbing and searching the needles in vain .

in my room I save a spoon a tiny lagoon I used to
draw my happiness from .

but now it is dry a desert I stepped over my dying
corpse to hear crying , the distant voice of my wife and
child lonely, lost and alone.


          Brian Kieth Benton
I embrace my insanity because I'm the only one will .
  
  I try to hold on while evil , evil tries to beat down my walls of love ,
love I try to preserve inside of me , with out it I know I'm dead .

Everyone in life who I need , I do meet.
Like little blessings that kiss my spirit and inspire me to carry on .

As the demons that society hold no to so they can feel good about
themselves by belittling kindness and love .

  why ,why ,why can't they see  love can't be bought or sold ,it's
free , free like air ,sun and the wind that kisses my face in the morning .

        By Brian Keith Benton  

    Dedicated to Nicole D.
I embrace my darkness that holds me night after night . The torment of life times that come from the shadows of the corners of my mind .               To my demons I curse and take back my control ,I have spat in my tormentors face ,still I love their evil for it tout me how to love.
Tree have fallen all around me but they don't make a sound
silhouettes of sadness lying  
All around

There's no mirror in the bathroom so I can't see my face just a lonely image trapped inside this place

Where did my life where did I go so wrong did the devil made me do it or was I acting all alone

Years of laughter Echo loudly in my mind still searching for happiness I can't seem to find

Can I tell you a  secret,  no because if I do it will no longer be one

But if all my wrongs were stones I could build a castle

In my mind my thoughts continue to wrestle with yesterday's dreams in today's reality of what I have become a lost soul  afraid of living or life

My body is possessed by demons who are caringly caressing a condemned spirit

I look at the world  with blurred vision only seeing distorted images of life that's so misunderstood.

Brian K. Benton

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