I pity you in your lost battles
and I hope you find it in your heart
to become better.
And not die smoking your last cigarette,
licking your self-inflicted wounds,
at the bottom of a
40 oz bottle of malt liquor,
you bought by selling your pills.
Because I cannot hate like you do,
I wish you good health.
I cannot host the best pity party
because self-deprecation
is not something I can fake
for likes and notes.
Despite your missing apologies,
your betrayal is forgiven.
Best of luck,
new stranger.
Nice to know your silent danger.

She looked me in the eyes and said
When the ****,
Will I be dead
And I replied:
"Not any time soon",
"You better be right"

That morning though
When she got out of bed
She slipped and fell
Down, on the floor
And broke her neck
She couldn't feel anymore

After a while
The cats feasting on her toes,
She didn't mind the mess
Cause her cats she loved the most,
But she couldn't help but wonder when
They would be up
To her neck

And I was right
And I was right
It took a while
Before she died

It took exactly
A day or two
The cops said it could even have been three
But to her it lasted
An eternity
And she got bored
So ******* bored
She hadn't ever been
At the same place
For so long

And although I know
She loved me dear
There in those hours before she died
She couldn't forgive me that I lied
And as Kitty started on her nose
She thought, quite in concern
If I had known,
This was the day
I would've dressed in something sweet

I want you to know
I'm sick of the way
I treated you back then
And wanted to ask
How have you been?

I had a dream
Where you were my friend
But you had to learn
How to trust me again

While the dream is fading
Details don't survive
The storyline is missing
But I remember very well
The ocean of turmoil in your eyes
And I remember very well
How you lingered
When I said my goodbyes

The rage is building,
A tower made of kindling
It only needs a spark
For it to rage through the dark
And guide a roaring light
Lightening,
Igniting the darkest corners of the mind

In hindsight
That display of might
A painting, red and black
Preceded darker times
What am I left with in the end?
Another tower,
Built with regret.

And smoldering black,
A hatefull pit
Of fire, not illuminating
Never needing a spark
But endlesly burning
An all consuming flame

I cry in my dreams
For the people I have lost
I knock on their doors
One by one
And take them for a walk

We just have a talk
And I listen
To the things they wanted to say
From a time
They weren't yet gone

They change faces throughout
And I shudder,
And I'm glad
They're finally back

While we sit atop a car
In a green suburb street
The last face is yours
Your smile filled with tears

You stared off
And said:
"You understand, right?"
And smiled,
"I can see,
You understand"

Then I wake up
In reality
And I've got no time
For tears in mine
And I know
They only lived
In the fabrication
Of my mind

Meet the maze,
My friend the labyrinth
It has not forgotten,
The days of my descent

Dwelling,
Where no glow ever beamed
Where no light ever gleamed
In the back of my mind
And that ****** part of my heart
We were all *******, my friend
From the start

So enter my crypt
Welcome to the dungeon
And bring that part,
The darkness in your heart
This is where I fell to pieces
Excuse the mess
And try not to cut yourself

Maybe this time
I'll follow you
And you can tell me how to love
Before dusk,
Before darkness come