Time to go back,
into my place.
Where no one can see me,
no light or no grace.

Time to go back,
into my hole.
Where all is forgotten,
all pain is fore told.

Time to go back
into my hell.
Where the creature is waiting,
that torturous cell.

Time to go back
into my sane.
Where my fortune is told,
all crazy as rain.

Time to go back
into my youth.
Where my story is begun
with the heel of a boot.

The Past is the Past ..
loneliness creeps right in..
the heart stops for a second
makes one wonder and ponder what is going on..
Tears fall like raindrops on a dry day in March
Spring slowly creeps in and surrounds us like the misty dew that it is..
those that shine through the deep mist of life will be like fallen snow ..
that sparks through the distant on the edge of the inevitable fade of the life that once begun..
Folds of mountain streams
like a breathe of nature's curves
spreading around the cascading rain
the moments I felt I belonged
were seconds that I was actually  alone
nothing familiar comes my way
as I lay here in this forgotten grave



Blessing my friends..
Debbie Brooks 2014

Encountered by chance,
seeking out the thrill,
Stepping over ideas,
swallowing the pill.

Piercing the hourglass,
the sands of time are sold.
No turning back,
there is a story to be told.

I dreamt I was lying,
forever dying.

Death is a question,
Life's but a mention.

I dreamt I was sitting,
forever believing.

Sadness is pure fear,
Happiness is but sheer.

I dreamt I was standing,
forever pandering.

Sight is not seeing,
blindness is but believing.

I dreamt I was writing,
forever sighing.

Hearing has no sound,
Listening is to bound.

I dreamt I was fed,
forever I was dead.

Our holidays were not special,
counting up all the years.
No joy or not happy,
only rages and fears.

Christmas' was unkind,
Presents all in a row.
My uncle dressed up as Santa,
then took me to mistletoe.

My birthday was meant for me,
but was really for the sin.
No blowing out the candles,
the evil did begin.

I saw the bunny hopping,
hiding all the eggs,
oh god, it was him,
Please, STOP! touching between my legs!!

Finally, Halloween!!
It's my only crutch.
Make this evil stop
I cringed at his touch!

The New Year rolled around,
I finally feel alive.
I killed that evil man
with the blade of my knife.

Have you ever felt so alone
You just break down and cry?
Start wondering why,
Is it even worth it
Why do you even try?

Have you ever been so scared
You just crawl up in a ball,
And drown the world out?
Waiting to fall
Why do you bother at all?

Have you ever felt so much pain
You'd rather just feel nothing?
Walk away from everything
Just leave it all behind

Because I have...

But
In the back of your mind
Your counting
Counting the days
And the ways to say goodbye
Cause deep inside
You wanna try
But it hurts and it's hard
There's scars on your heart
And scars on the truth
Cause you're not bullet proof
Or immune to the lies

Have you ever missed someone so much
They're all you see when you close your eyes?
And it's hard to define when you can't even touch

Because I have...

Have you ever felt so much hatred
Makes your eyes burn red?
Knowing you can't forget it
Or forgive it
It's done and dead
Blowing it all up
Filling your head

Have you ever seen someone so scared
That they can't even speak?
Can barely breath
Look in their eyes and see deep
Through to their soul
But you'll never know
What made them so

Have you ever felt so weak
That you just fall down
On the ground
Can't get up or
Even let out a sound?

Because I have...

Behind that fake smile
Behind those lies
Lie the distant echoes of my cries
Behind those frequent relapses
Lie my urge to recover
now give me some poison.
I am predictable in my unpredictability
I am trying to fight my melancholy
Behind that funny girl
Lies someone who wants to watch themselves burn

Balled up in the corner,
Head down to my knees.
This is my concealment.
This is my only plea.

Too afraid, to stand alone
against the evils that were sent.
They will never go away,
I am trying to repent.

Sin combined with lust,
greed within my head.
Falling off the cliff,
soon I may be dead.

Injected in my soul,
with tracks upon my arm.
Do I hang the rope?
Or do myself no harm?

Seeking no way out,
Seeing the illusion.
Drop another dose,
and take another poison.

Take away this pain
and sacrifice my soul.
I don't deserve to live,
So bury me in the hole.

I'm tired of seeing people go free
With no conscience
And no misery
Living their lives
So simply
Unable to see
What they're actually
Doing to me.

It's God's Spirit in me
Why I don't break easily
Because if it was up to me
I wouldn't let them be
If it was in my hands
I'd **** them mercilessly
If it was my decision to make
I'd bring them to their knees.

I wish you heard,
Diablo cries here,