Yes,the same old
The same old,
the same way enthralled,
By a clear mess,
Yes indeed I was enslaved
By a power that did not rest,
But burnt and burnt
Until the quest
was finished and foregone,
Until I bewitched
and captured the maiden,
The maiden in the black dress,
With fiery eyes
And lips succulent,
With deep thoughts
And desires immense,
Who walked like a swan
But inside was a snake,
Who was the reason of my meanness,
The only one who could free me now,
with hands of the devil
I seeked for her now,
I searched and looked
Like a hungry soul,
Hungry for freedom
Freedom to use my body once again,
A deal with demon,
oh!  Why did I make?
Regret and despair still on my way,
Depressed spirits going round again,
let the powers start,
Start their journey,
To hit me with strange endevours,
let the spells start the controlling,
let me be free after all the moarning...

The new age bellows of brittle morals and shattered beliefs
Confusion follows  bleak choices   of tragic consequence
Lost  with-in a black cloud, anxious to be rash and disorganized
The only reaction that feels comforting to a fragile mind
Years have flown by as your heart cried desperately for a helping hand
Condemned by high class society's view, confidence is out of reach
Reclusive to social interaction by fear of pointing fingers and snide looks
Creating your own safe haven, protected from scorpion stings waiting in the shadows down dark alley's
Beginging a journey from four familiar walls that you called home
Leaving behind scolding memories that were once open, transforming them to healed scars