The things I'd do to be with you
Would put me away for good;
So, here I wait in solitude,
No sun, no moon, no light.

I've dug deep to break out,
I've climbed walls in my sleep;
I've dealt and knelt,
Held my hands out
To supplicate for pardon.

But I'm a repeat offender,
A schmuck and poor pretender;
A pled lifer for loving you.

I built a prison of paper,
But I willingly let it stand.

To keep my self tethered
To these words only I can understand.

It keeps out the angels,
And keeps my demons in.

So no one can be affected,
From the enemy hidden within.

It's a fortresses built on lies,
with foundations crumbling down.

But I'm happy with being crushed,
As long as you can never frown.

Writers are quite dangerous.
She came to the bar, to watch,
And listen, to hear stories.

Carefully, I tread. For fear,
That my own diction, would become
Trapped in her world of fiction.

Though, of course we swapped pieces.
And still, only selected to paint,
A vision of my own creation.

Small freedoms, but they matter most.
As I'm a prisoner to demon's I host.
Be wary poets, of power most foul.

Ensnaring half spectres of being,
In a prose, a thought or a feeling.
Reality is as real as you write it.

Drown me
          as I have sinned
          for stealing your heart
Prisoner
          I held you captive
          those chocolate eyes
Your hand in mine
          I mislead
          into your heart
You have the upperhand
          Pulling me by my strings
          grabbing the keys
I beg you not
          The chains now broken
          you just walk away
Darkness
          I'm left alone
          My heart a prison
- SkullsNBones

Imprisoned in
     satin seductions,
     like a jail cell of purity stained.


You were meant
          to be my saviour.

          But you sold me on like cattle..

I’ve prayed, I’ve begged, I’ve cried “God please take this darkness from me or just let me die.” My mind is a prison, inside or torture cells. I can’t escape it, even now it feels like hell.  The memories of failures and the whirlwind of regret search damning things I never can forget. How can I survive this pain and turn it into bliss the pressures of the world around me turn it all to ****. The longer I go on in life the less I seem to care. I sleep for many hours, which to me is like a fresh breath. I wonder how much longer before I reach my death? I don’t think I’ll make it unless I find relief. I can’t ignore the problems, I can’t escape my cell. I analyze the world the people and myself and entangle In that net. Like a computer seeing each virus the rent. Though I can’t drag others into my chaos filled mind lest they to get trapped. I can’t let them get too close, it’s for the best.
Like a computer seeing each virus the rent. Though I can’t drag others into my chaos filled mind lest they to get trapped. I can’t let them get too close, it’s for the best.

I go into the darkest part of my mental prison and in a lonely dark and sell a voice calls out to me quotation mar I go into the darkest part of my mental prison and in a lonely dark and sell voice calls out to me quotation ” release me, let me take away your pain with me you’ll have only everything to gain.”  I look closely and see it as me but his self without regret… Instead he’s filled with rage monster who was created at such an early age. He fears no human, God or pain. He would cause destruction  and blood would rain.  Destruction of it all and final piece is his only a game. He can withstand hell for it is his home but as for me how much longer can I roam ?

There is a chaos in my beats,
A sound of some sin keeps calling me
The elicited filth is blurring my vision
The guilt of my iniquitous deeds keeps visiting me!

A conflict is there, between my soul and body,
I am pulling away from myself to myself!
This pain in my heart keeps withering my poor soul!

In search of love, I left no stone unturned!
My toes are bruised while walking barefoot up to hills,
I've seen the thorns stuck in my skin and flesh!
O death! Come take me away from myself!!

The time is drawing closer, what seems to have felt like a lifetime , was a little over two years.
Although our lives were changed on August 1, 2012, when your accident took the life of your best  friend.
They sentenced you to 30 months of prison 5 years of  probation,   one mistake during this time 15 more years to spend .
So many things have changed in such little time since you've been behind that fence of barbed wire which is soon to end.
I am so ready for you to be free from those bars and become whatever your heart desires.
All I ask of you son, when I pick you up, before you take your first  step into freedom, leave the prison mantality behind that fence and never look back.  Take with you only what you need and that your freedom requires.
From that moment on every decision and choice you make will pave the road for your life and freedom.
Remember the ones that carried you and anyone one else you don't need them ,
Please believe me son they don't have your best interest at heart and never truly do.
My excitement and fear are about the same I'm worried sick over you
If I could make you step outside the box maybe then you would see.
There's not but one that's rode with you and will always guide you right and son that one person is me.