As the **** of a 12-dollar cigar
touches the tip of the tongue,
the nervous system shoots a signal to the brain,
to process the sweet tinge
of delicious poison
that hits the back of the throat.
Slow suicide, baby,
really doesn't get any smoother.

Human bodies may desire health,
but it’s the mind that struggles
and tests mortality
as the heart races
for the best ****.

Hipsters and their vapor pipes,
their overpriced organic groceries,
coke binges and ****** addictions,
gym memberships and spinning classes,
they’re socialized to believe life
goes on forever.
They behave as if death
is a kind of curse.

We can run from sins,
wash our souls in the rain
of fresh lovers in new cities.
Sins, however, collect.
They grow in strength.
All we have in the end,
is the sweet tinge of satisfaction
that comes from killing oneself
in style.

What is life?

Is it the care and compassion
Of a select few?
Or the whiplashing torment
Of those who hate you?

I'm constantly tormented
By the people who I've come to hate
I wish I didn't have so many hostiles
But I know my wish is too late

I don't know what I did
To deserve such negative attention
There are so many.....
It's like a Bullies Convention

I just want to get by
And go on with my life
But no matter what it is I do
Someone always wants to cause strife

Like one time, a kid thought
I had a "*****" over a teacher
And the amount of times he said it
Almost convinced me he was a preacher

One day I'd had enough
Decided that he wasn't so tough
"Go on, say it again"
I dared him
"You had a *****" and that was it
I snatched my pen off my desk
Called him over and stabbed his chest.

He pulled out his Ipod charger
And whipped me with the cord
I stabbed him once again
My stationery, my sword

But Justice didn't win
For it never does
He kept up his stupid act
The sight of him gave me an adrenaline buzz

I was half hopeful I'd get another shot
To crash his act, make his friends leave him to rot
But before I got another chance
He dropped out and my confidence began to advance

I now know how to fight
But I promised to never act irrationally
This promise that I keep
May just be
The death of me.

Yet the torment continues,
I've given up on threats
But I know what's happening behind the scenes
People are placing bets.

How long until I snap?
Well, I already have
I've put up with too much
Time for the good guy to turn bad

I've gotten a lot better now
I am much better now
I'm not at my best but that's ok
Because I like where I am right now
I like it because I'm going towards somewhere
More importantly, it's at my own rythm

It's been tough, however
I've scraped the halls and dark alleys of my life
I've learned the "nasty" ways of survival
I learned that "You don't climb the social ladder without picking up bad habits"

I am well.
I like where I am
And that's good

A cornucopia of lies you freely fed to me,
and shoved the tainted, silver spoon down my throat,
You walked away,
and left me to choke on the ***** of your untruth.

You said you only wanted to protect me,
as you cowardly hovered your shield over yourself,
and your ******* covered bullets penetrated my heart,
driving me insane by my own sanity.

I suffocated in the shallow grave you tossed me in,
leaving me to bathe in the dirt,
and inevitably for my heart to decay and my soul to rot,
while you danced merrily atop of my tomb with your love.

I clawed my way out of the hell
that you imprisoned me in,
and stitched my mouth to keep out your lies,
becoming immortal against your torment.

Your poison tasting lips graze my own,
as you regret the treachery you bestowed on me,
but I hold a glimmering spoon in one hand,
and am whistling as I dig your grave.

Innocence
It's nothing but illusion
Betrayal
Is all I've ever known
The pain subsides
Yet is ever-changing as the tide
It pulses and it dies down

Destruction
Is the product of these two hands
Loneliness
Is what always happens in the end
Nothing Alive
To stay and abide
The disappointment seems so unreal

Numb
From the trials I face
Bitter
From the illusions I make
Never would I feel again
Never would I let you in
To protect myself
From the same fate
Relived once more

Her eyes reflected the tragedy she endured
She struggled daily to escape this hell hole
Her pain, was evident through the tears that rolled down her cheeks
Her cries were capable of making the strongest person weep.

She often wondered why...
Why was she so unfortunate to deserve such a fate?
Why she was not capable to give up on her life?

She burned in agony
She screamed in pain
She yelped for help, But no one came to her aid.
She was fed up but was still clinging onto some hope.

She tried to fight.... Oh how hard she tried to hold onto her life.
But he took everything away..
He stripped her from her innocence, caged her freedom and destroyed her pride.
And one unfateful day.. He even took her life.

One day, in broad daylight
He entered the house, staggering towards her with a knife.
He stabbed her, not once but twice.
Cursing her that she was reason people looked at him with spite.

He forced her into such a dark place where it's impossible to survive.
Her once porcelain skin turned scarlet.
Her struggle to survive, ceased to exist.
She was put out of her misery.
She was put out of her pain.

If only the people had believed her cries.
If only they had offered to help her fight.
Maybe.. just maybe She would still be alive.

On the plains of silent gasp did it wonder
Its grace wisped upon the long grass, never
Seen but like the gentle breath of dancing.
It was never hushful in this place of breath.

Air did the grass sway to the movement's
Whispering upon the motions like a melody
Of ruffled motions, it played in this fluctuating
Gesture of tranquillity that always moved.

Swaying in rhythm as if the reeds did play,
As if fond of the others movements and then
Stillness till whispers graced and the plains.
All did dance once again.

On The plain of silent gasp, unheard off torment
As this was the exodus of lost souls, every motion
Brought a sting to the soul, as swaying grass, cured
On this plain of silent breath, silent screams quelled.

Withering in torment, never delve into the silence
As breath it exhales all and joins others moments
Where vessels fell and the anguish breathed upon
The grass. each huddling for away to serenities rest.

Maybe one day I'll be free
Free of the torment and free to be me

Maybe one day I'll be able to fly
Spread out my wings and soar up so high

Maybe one day I'll be able to speak
Speak with my voice free of the chains

Maybe one day I'll sing to the sky
The rhythm of my triumph so fine

Maybe one day I'll dance; delight
Movements so fragile; speak of my plight

Maybe one day I'll shed my sorrow
A skin so heavy its no wonder I drowned

Maybe one day I'll break out
**Free of the torment and free to be me