Darkness is upon me again with its radiant stare bottling up my sorrows as I distantly glare.
      Summoning strength from ancient Gods with endless power beckoning sanity.
                                             Heart retching screams come fourth from my soul in search of you my love.
                           My love... I know I must release you from the pits of my heart, you yelled I was in your way. Im sorry you were my world, there is my confession.
                                     Fear resides inside my chest cavity and grows undetected, spreading like a wild fire on a dry day.
                                               Anxiety ridden through and through I now obey thy master. It is he who rules my sleepless nights and uncontrollable storms overflowing from my eyes.
     Depression threatens to hijack my thoughts so I can do his bidding and have blood on my hands.
       The loneliness is inevitable, as is my aching heart begging to die.

Sometimes,
all you need is strong drink,
and a couple good friends,
to part the clouds.
All that drunken truth,
spilled so sloppily,
it can lighten the heart.
Lift the weight from shoulders,
even release a little guilt.
Yea,
life's mostly misery perpetuated,
but little moments like this,
make it worth the while.

At time's,
I'm a miserable, lecherous, lump.
At my worst,
I'm a despicable ******* drunk.
And I'm sorry darling,
you just got caught under my little rain cloud,
I'll take the added weight of your accumulated pain now.
To say it simply,
I'm something like walking bad karma
More advanced,
I was delivered an infinitely twisted dharma.
And I regret,
allowing your pleasant essence to combine with mine,
but now that we've been severed I think you'll carry on just fine.

If honesty is with everyone and in everything ,then                                         It's called clear dishonesty ...                                                                                 Honesty tells itself                                                                                                  By itself ...                                                                                                                 We can not mix both                                                                                               Honesty and dishonesty                                                                                        Anytime,anywhere,and everywhere                                                                   Simply because they are both                                                                               Like parallel lines that never meet                                                                      Even if they try anytime ...

Outer eye strikes the outer surface
But
inner eye strikes the inner soul
Outer surface is going to decay
But
the inner soul is eternal

Would that I had become the eyes of blind one
And might have I seen what he wanted to see
Would that I had become the touch sense
And might have conveyed the message
To those who wanted to touch and feel
Would that I had become the tongue of a dumb one
And might have I made the speech what he wanted to speak
Would that I had become the ears of a deaf one
And might have I heard what he wanted to listen
O, chirping of birds
Whispering of morning air
I often think!

A man thinks for those
Who can’t think for others
Pray for those
Who don't pray for others
Without knowing the foes
A man feels friendship with others
But
When he recognizes his hidden foes
He don’t try to make them friends
By
forgiving, praying and caring
With his splendid rays of character

She had it all now its all gone
she thought she had no other option but she was wrong
The thoughts piled in her head she could not go back
she started to pressure her thoughts until she cracked

She thought she was a burden too difficult to bear
all she wanted to do was for it all to be adhere
So many death questions floating in her head
she wanted to get it over and done with and be dead

She observed all her previous tries
all she did was but fall to the ground and cry
The thought of doing it properly finely caved in
she thought what she was doing was really but finally brave

She held the knife tight to her neck and the sharp blade to her wrists
she left the reasons of why she couldn't take it on a morbid long list
She slashed her throat with the knife
and in just one split  second she was removed from life

You've been knocked down
pushed around by emotions
With all your heart and soul
A broken-will, and a dream most shattered
head down filled with rage and despaired
With a puddle of tears on the ground
In the darkness you lie on the cold prickled floor
wondering if its worth it anymore
You try and get up but all you do is fall back down
But you remember to have the strength and stand back up
your hatred, pain, weaknesses, tears and madness vanished