Gripping onto my life
Like razor blades across finger tips
Which bleed onto blank paper
The pain whips hard, frenzied

So, once gain, the bottle beckons
Swallowing the rawness of whiskey
Harshly burning my throat
Looking for drunkard, obscure haze

Cursing the scars on this bitter face
A wasted and worthless life
Surrounded by unwanted wealth
What is money but another curse?

The darkening rage suddenly takes me
An anger like some twisted hurricane
My name, blistered on these lips
I am, forever ******, Byron Lorde

Love is to ravish rose thorns and bleed in the pain of beauty

Cracked kisses
On blistered lips
Inferno desires

Scorched love
Flames of lust
Funeral pyres

Swollen dreams
Inside ignited minds
Nightmares burn

There is no echo
In the realms of hell
There is no soul
Hidden in an empty shell

There is no hope
For those seen unworthy
There is no scope
When you are unearthly

There are no dreams
When the nightmares call
There are no screams
Whenever you will fall

There is no echo
In the realms of hell
There is only the show
And no one to tell

You can walk through
The long bladed grass
Watching the wild rose
To find your pleasure

You can climb over
The still distant gate
On the safe side
To find your pleasure

But I'll walk through
The ****** rose thorns
Through the barbed wire
To find my pleasure

See the dancers gyrating
Sliding over the pole
Lustful men leering
Eager to hunger, watching

Private dance for the few
Parting with crumbled money
Sweating in craving desires
For what they can never touch

But I silently see the movement
Of an ****** motion of beauty
I see the eyes of unknown passion
Something that can not be mine

Even through my scars of ruination
They ****** for printed paper
Money is no longer a commodity
Only to witness serenity in motion

Trials of the soul
Begin from birth
If named after a poet
Does it make you that?

Death may claim love
But true love never dies
Memories stay forever
Explanations can be lost

Words run through a head
Full of complicated release
Screaming out of my mind
Dancing in poetic form

I see beauty unfounded
Rediscovered in mine eyes
Still I walk in darkness
Trials of the soul