Oh Lord,
I come before you a broken man.
Beaten and betrayed,
scorned and condemned.

I want to live.
I want life.
I can’t take this destruction of death;
this cesspool.

Oh Lord,
fill me with Your wisdom,
teach me with Your guidance.
Save me from this infinity of inferno.

Though they may mock,
taunt
and speak out of turn,
they cannot seek You,
for You are not known to them.

They silence themselves,
becoming their own critics.
They beat on the wounded,
and depart the despaired.

They shall not know,
that which was never meant to be hidden.
A world quite near to here,
yet very far.
A world to destroy all the myths
of souled-out archetypes.

Long gone and forgotten will our world nearly be.
The other world remaining a precious jewel to those who know.
No type of hierarchy, a school of one.
Soon will this world be known to those who seek it.

Remember always the language of the universe,
the wisdom of those who do not speak,
the whispers of ancestral past.

There’s no peace for the wicked,
we drink consequence from our own cup.

Like a baby drawn to her mother’s ******;
I pacify myself.
Listening for the voice:
“it’ll be ok, everything’s’ ok”.
Only silence.

There’s no consolation in this bottle,
only more tears;
these eyes have run dry.

Need to find out a way out of this pit,
Up, up, up
out of a hellish reality of despair,
trying to find the words that’ll take me there.

Maybe I’ll write some more,
but I can only write what I know,
self-esteem,
so low.

I don’t understand the world.
I don’t wanna go back.
The world’s an illusion,
like professional wrestling,
it’s fake, it's phony, it’s a sham.
Yet we all sit here like gleeful wrestling fans,
submitting ourselves to an illusion we know isn’t real.

As the weak prey upon the weak, they feast upon themselves.
It’s time for me to turn the other cheek, get up and move on.

Disconnected from reality,
trying to escape from the system.
Feel like I’m slowly slipping away.
I’m fueled by this rage;
I need to lift;
I need to rise above this cage.

All those times
I thought my cries went unheard.
I was curled up like a baby,
shaking and trembling
when you found me.
You took me in.
Whispered my name.
You clothed me, soothed me.

This is a story of sacrifice.
One of great love.
A man fulfilling the will of his Father.
Obedience to the word.
You've forgiven me;
why can’t I forgive myself?

You make me feel accepted.
You make me feel like a normal person in a world that’s shunned me.
I didn’t know you existed, until you came to me.
I complete me.
You complete you.
Together we're complete.

In a world that burns with decay, I’m starting to see a light.
I really thought I was alone, how foolish!
Why did I believe those voices?
I didn’t want to exist, I didn’t want to live.
Maybe there is a way out, only this way out is through love.
Was it love all along?

He’s going to a party and he’s scared to death.
Socialising.
It’s a scary thing folks, at least it is to this boy.
What will I say?
I have nothing to talk about.

Nervous excitement.
Oh man, my throat is bone dry.
A little dizzy, maybe even throw up.
Put my hand in my pocket,
Its shaking.
Jitters.
Walking in is the hardest part.

This isn’t going well.
Self-fulfilling prophecy.
I feel like a ghost.
Time to go.
Oh that hug; genuine compassion.
You just made it all worth it.
Thank you.

Time to draw the shades again.
Sitting in darkness.
I can’t stop this grief.
Those voices, they never stopped.
Mocked.
Ridiculed.
Degraded.
No fun.

The torture, the pain
I need it to come out.
What have I lived? What have I done to myself?
I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to start this tornado of sorrow.
It just all happened so quick.
Done.
Now here we are.

My heart,
Oh God,
is it heavy.
I’m carrying this weight and it’s tiring me.
Go on.
It’s time to get up.

Switch on.

Each day a new beginning,
ending with the same outcome.
What I really need is a new life.

You never were one for the victim role, were you?
But who knew you were also the abuser?

Every look in the mirror,
a reminder of the past;
a look away.

These tears have run dry.
A headfull of broken thoughts;
a sigh.

I want to go home,
put myself to bed,
and tell myself stories until I fall asleep
and wake up to a new beginning.

A sweet dream.

Switch off.