In a dark corner, pondering the state of the world
as I write this, I take another drink
drowning in this thing, the drink I mean
opening my mind allowing me to see
everything much more clearly
for is this not what it does
heals wounds, numbs the pain
whilst killing you
how ironic
but I can't stop and I hate it
such a dependence, thoughts much more attuned
when intoxicated and alone
and God how I love it, how I hate it
I know I am weak
I say with cigarette and drink in hand
but it dulls the agony so why not
why not
there are those sober, suffering, judging
at least I can admit it
yes I admit it, I am weak
I love music, drink, loneliness, drugs, misery
I am most alive when I look out
and see those in denial of the horror
I know the truth, I know it is real
I accept it
my friend, this is what it is to be human
inspiration
I love the idea of peace, love, happiness
but the entire world won't accept it
so I drink
I smoke
I sit alone in a dark corner
and ponder
what if
what would I be if humanity coexisted

So long in search of a love like yours  
one that encompasses me completely
releasing all emotion
soul exposed bare and naked
to be examined and still accepted
what a revelation
that anyone would have that capability
attuned to every part of me
I respect you
seeing all my scars yet not even blinking
no cringing, no judging
only pure acceptance and love
a craving to heal, cure and dress my wounds
what a beautiful soul you must have, love
my counterpart, my companion

I feel the cold, it penetrates my soul
I look up, the sky is black like my thoughts
I sit and ponder, when will I be whole
All these days, for happiness I have fought

People wonder, why are my thoughts so dark
It's a disease for which there is no cure
All this pain, on my soul there is a mark
If it will ever heal I am not sure

I'm searching for the light but there is none
My eyes are open and yet I can't see
I reach out for help but there is no one
I call out, none hear my desperate plea

I'll keep on living each day feeling lost
Until happy lighted paths have been crossed

"I must ask,
Are all poets so filled with angst as us?"

"Nay I think not" I reply
"But after all, we are human
We all feel this, the despair
At some point or another
Do we not?"

A dream that encompasses me
The smallest things have such beauty

Walking down a dark street
Nothing to be seen
Shrouded in silence

Dancing in the rain
Drops caressing your lips
Kind eyes shining bright

A stroll in the woods
Everything connected
Speaking nothing, hearing everything

Laying upon the earth
Feeling it spin beneath
Smelling that sweet smell

I love to be alive
See all the beauty life has to offer
Isn't it funny
The simplest of things much more beautiful spent with you