Out of the night that covers me,
  Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
  For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
  I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
  My head is ******, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
  Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
  Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
  How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
  I am the captain of my soul.

The clock ticks away
as another sleepless night
breaks way for another
wasted day.

The ***** ran out hours ago.
I was left to wait out the clock
during that empty part of
the night when the
liquor stores close and
the street walking girls
walk their
final walk of the night.

Too wired to sleep,
mind too full of
memories to do
anything else but try
to **** them all away.
Sat on the toilet and
fixed myself a shot.
***** for breakfast,
two beers I'll call my lunch.
Dinner I'll spend 
with her
in a restaurant,
picking at my
plate while
tossing back the
wine.
Again disappointing
that girl who
still remembers
that guy I used to be.

This day I'll spend like
all the rest,
battling to be me.
The past recedes and
my need to stay numb
grows more with every
deed remembered.

These days don't change,
but most of the faces do.
There aren't too many who will
stick around and watch you
wait on death.

There are those who
remember you
and try there best to
guide you back.
If they could
only hear
the symphony
of screams
within my head.
Or the faces that
flash,dead enemy's
and dead friends.

If just a few of them
could experience
the empty in which I
live in.
Then maybe
they'd bring me a
bottle.
Christen my
voyage like a ******
ship to sea.

Wish me
well  then leave me be
and hold true to those
memories of  
the Who
I used to be..

Who judges sobriety.
The sober and sane.
Who is it that deems lunacy.
The one who doesn't comprehend.
Who is that screams insanity.
The one who believes he possesses humanity.
Who preys on innocence.
The manipulator.
Who feeds fire.
The oxygen supply,
And life itself.

Who gives love.
The one who wants.
Who dines on emotion.
The one who is hungered.
Who ****** conscience.
The problem that needled.
Who matters.
The reader and man's perception

Who cares.
The nobody cares.
Who prays for forgiveness in the darkest of days.
The one who so seeks absolution.
Who receives love.
The one who warrants it.

Who wants loving.
The everyone does.
Who needs another.
Be it as friend, sister or lover.
Who sits on high, surveying.
The condescending one, that looks down their nose.
Who is the shark with a bite of cold steel.
The dealer of death's darkened cards.

Who is the dream that lurks in the fog.
Love is the dream that lurks in the smog.
Who are the ones that you left behind.
You know not who until you are dead.
Who are the ones who play with your mind.

Seek and you shall find.
Are you the one,
The one everyone wants.
You are lost in a blizzard.

You are the one.
The spirit of the lonely age.
You are the one that spits fire enraged.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

When I'm high I want to eat with my hands.

The texture is part of the experience.

I thought I was being philosophical
But I know I was being annoying.