Deep within my lonely self
I sit in despair
Sorrow takes charge
Serve my soul for its feast

Emptiness gathers
Like witches at the Black Mass
Casting the final curse
Of Solitude

Alone wishing someone would
Save me
Hear me
Feel me

To see if I still exist
Yet no matter how much i yearn
No one hears my plea
I am left alone

I am dying.
emotionally.
My heart cracks,
with each passing thought
My lungs feel like collapsing
From the broken breathes I take
My body a numb corpse
With so much life in its mind
But no,  not the good kind,
The kind you find in the dark
In your most dreaded nightmares
A tragic past or lost love?
I shed countless tears as I lay awake
Nothing feels real
Words, smiles, trust?
It's all shattered and fake.
Goodbye happiness,  
It was nice while it lasted,  
But the darkness is reclaiming me
It's become my home,
It's where I'm fastened

I've cried so many tears, their home is my face
For my cheeks wreak of the salty drops.
I told myself that I am done with crying, **** the
World and its sadness, but yet again here I am.

He is a poet
And everybody knows it
Though sometimes they can be a little hard;
He gives them wordings
As easy as is speaking
And does it with pride and truly without regard.

Blazing the pain
Waiting for the rain
Danger lies inside
Weird scenes in my mind

Burning desires in my brain
Riding the lysergic train
In the dark stuck in a maze
Wild girls lost in the haze

Children of the light
Waiting for the sun

Sweet child is born

The child is the dawn


Memories fade away
Strange land
Summer dance
Amnesia
Lucid dreams
Unicorns
Nirvana

We Are All Insane



Words Of Harfouchism

Once upon a time
There was a boy
A stupid, messed up boy
A boy
Who's mom thought the pipe was more important
Then her own kids
Who believed in drinking away the pain
While watching the Sunday game
But we didn't have a tv
So she left us
Every Sunday
To watch the game
With her next customer
Use the money on coke
Instead of food
Taught her children that love is *******
And were all destined to fail
And this boy
Lived his life
Learning from her
Thinking its ok to do something
If you really want it

So it was ok for this boy to use me
Because he really wanted it?
It was ok for this boy to let his friends touch me
Because he needed to pay his debt?
It was ok for him to break my innocence
Because he was broken?
That was ok?
I was his flesh and blood
And yet
He was
Using me
Bruising me
Selling me
Telling me this is how life works
So young
I was so young
And yet
So broken