My demons, it's time to rest.
For you've had, one hell of a fest.

For sins, that I did not make.
My soul, you surely did break.

You've cost me so much I've held dear.
By stabbing my love with twisted spear.

And I'll pay for what you whispered in my ear...
Beyond death, such is my fear...

So demons, it's time to rest.
Although, I surely tried my best.
All my goodness, emptied from my chest.
And it's time... We finish this mess.


In hell, prepare for my vengeance.

Like my cries for help...

You'll get no acceptance.

What is the line,
Between good intentions and control.
Between being sensitive to others,
Or if it's somethings best let go?

Some of the vilest of us,
Had intentions good enough,
For a world that they loved,
But how they loved was too rough.

So while I get, and I do,
My efforts may offend you.
Intentionally hurt no one will I,
As forever do I try...

Wipe blood off of my hands,
Pick up the needle.
And find a spool, full, of thread.

Pierce the eye,
From either side.
So I can begin, mending my head.

In and out,
Pass the string.
While catching memories with meaning.

It's just the start,
Next is my heart.
Laying in a pool of lost time,
On my bed.

A foundation, of stone and of iron.
Walls, of steel three foot deep.

A slotted door,
Guarded by more,

Shelter what others might seek.

Surrounded by trees, that weep.


Imposing, this but a cottage it stands.

Forged by time
By sweat and blood covered hands

It rests on a swamp of quicksand.

"Check please."

"Sir?"

"Yes I'm done, a check if you please."

"But sir,
You've still got
Orders and tasks and moments to squeeze"

"Moments of dessert?"

"Yes indeed,
But some are quite ****."

"Ah, no thank you.
My meal was bitter from the start."

"Not to your liking?"

"Mmm.  Some sides were quite nice.
Some sugar, some butter,
And I loved all the spice.

But the main course my friend,
Was tough and not fair.

I was really seeking tenderness,
But instead I got hair."

"We make no apologies,
For that which we cook.

We're all that was open,
And our chefs never read a cook book."

"Yes yes that's all well and good.
It took me a while,
But I eventually realized where I stood.

Not in an establishment,
That I would have chose.
But rather a sewer,
Never sprayed with a hose."

"No need to be rude,
This is just how things are.
Your comments and thoughts,
Have now gone too far"

"Agreed.
Now my friend,
I really just wish to go.

My nose is all runny,
With no tissue to blow.

My stomach's in knots,
My heart burns full of acid.
I'm rather quite flush,
From some growing form of gases.

So check if you please,
I'd like to leave this place."

"Get your check your **** self,
It's only you, you must face."

"Good day..."

"Good day to you as well."

How long is a dream,
Worth holding on to?

When years,
Decade's,
All pass right by you.

How long is a pain,
Of going without,
Worth a journey,
That may never work out.

And how do you fill,
The void if let go...
Of the dream and goal,
Are what kept you whole...

How long is a dream,
Worth holding on to?

If dreaming said dream,
Leaves your heart split in two?



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That dream is true love,
One size for one pair.

But love just like this,
Doesn't come...

From simply.... anywhere...

So before you cast thought,
On what one should do...

I've had broken heart,
Of missing this dream,
From 1.. plus 42...

Once again, I must meditate.
For my life and soul,
My mind and heart,
Pondering my very own fate.

For if I can't set myself free
Self destruction, surely awaits me.

So like a swan, it's time to dive,
And find a key, to the pain locked inside.

Again, I must meditate,
For I know, what's really at stake.