sluggishly whispering hints
hoping you would notice
instead obliviously ignoring the obvious

a vial with a drop of truth
an ocean with a spill of lies
but blaming you for being blind

watching you watch her
feathers in your eyes welcomed me
truthfully really allured her

instead i blamed you for my mistakes
but knew i was suppressing a bittersweet reality
truthfully only wanting all i couldnt

All I want to do to you
Is make you feel alive
All I want to give you is a reason to survive
All you seem to ask of me is derision
Hate and scorn
I don't want you to hate yourself just to be my little *****

You're giving me dead love
You're giving me cold ***
Romantic as a cadaver covered in dirt and sweat
You give me dead love
You give me cold ***
Beautiful as a suicide victim giving in to death

All I try to fill you with is passion, burning bright
And yet your eyes stay darker than a silent, moonless night
All you seem to need of me is abuse
And carnal war
I can't stand to hurt you
But I need a little more

my inner demon tells me,
that if doesn't want me to die.

my inner demon is not a friend,
it enjoys seeing me suffer.

my inner demon laughs in joy,
at the cuts and scars I have.

my inner demon pulls me back and forth,
the cliff of misery.

my inner demon smiles in amusement,
when the people I know leave me.

my inner demon pour alcohol on my wounds,
when I'm crying.

my inner demon consumes me entirely,
and I to surrender to it.

my inner demon holds me captive,
and I to to be inflicted of pain for it's happiness.

More stories of real people are told
too often the young
end their lives by taken them away
shock and dismay
without explanation or portent shown
reasons often unknown!

To friends relations work colleagues
they appear stable
no hint of the fateful impending act
outwardly coping
inside unable to express true feeling
leaving everybody reeling!

Is it life's to complex and demanding
something within
society has always created conflicts
that can overwhelm
most contain each sombre thought
support is sought.

Regrettably some cannot converse
themselves conceal
maintaining that perfect false facade
locked in their minds
not until they are found deceased
too late the soul released!

The Foureyed Poet