#fiend
Can you stay a little while longer?
Don’t walk away from my sorrow
Cause you never tell me what you're thinking of
No, you never tell me what we really are
And tears falling down
Darkness keeps us alive
Hollow inside
We reach for the sky
Burning desire
Keeps us blind
Can I stay a little while longer?
Please save me from my old self
Cause you never tell me what you're thinking of
No, you never tell me what we really are
And tears falling down
One at the time
But I need you to be alive
Hollow inside
We reach for the sky
Ashes lies
Burning desire
Keep us blind
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 6:07 AM UTC
Man's best friend is his worst fiend.
Tip the photographer, not the dealer
let alone the unlucky charm.
As a bucketbot
I have a spare part
sadly kidney lost
broken heart left
Kiba got his cut.
That hand's bet...
dead-certain-debt
One question left:
Did he eat or sell it?
Goofy plushky white fur
by no means pure
paws all false pretense...
Italian goon!
Couldn't be more tense.
I am a goner!
Dec 3, 2024
Dec 3, 2024 at 3:23 AM UTC
tingles start from the back of my head,
when i think about her sweet kiss,
all is good when i see red,
now im flying in pure bliss.
she lifts my feet off the ground,
and fills me with paradise,
its just me and her around,
shes my guiltiest sacrifice.
soon i feel like i will drown,
and my body is fatigued,
i can feel im about to come down,
her soft touch has me so intrigued.
she ****** my arm once again,
im begging for her love,
waits to know she hit a vein,
so i can fly above.
but now im up too high,
my chests about to burst,
please lord hear my cry,
ive finally done my worst.
ive been long forgotten,
not a memory of me in sight,
my body lays rotten,
i didnt even put up a fight.
that needle had me enslaved,
nothing else ever mattered,
she was all i craved,
but she left me feeling shattered.
Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 1:49 AM UTC
Love sick
Withdraws come on quick
I’m a fiend
I’m an addict
It’s just another bad habit
Aug 27, 2023
Aug 27, 2023 at 1:18 AM UTC
I'm haunting myself
I leave strange notes carved deep
To await me when i wake
In a vain hope
they will evoke some meaning for my sake
The scene that greets me the next day
Is alien and weird
I don't recognise myself
It is just as i feared
So i haunt myself
When the penny drops at midnight
and the demi-gods are in sight
I'll leave a reminder
I hope to find
In the rising of dawn
But when i'm reborn
with a yawn
I find nothing but questions
Dark reflections
In a puddle of beer
and stark rejection
I muddle to clear the rubble and troublesome struggles i near
in my direction
So i haunt myself
I barely remember writing
Never remember feeling
and as soon as i get close to whats real then I turn away reeling
I figure it out every night
But drunk eyes give short sight
and the brain rotten
so as soon as i strain to recall the next day it's forgotten
Amnesia is pleasing when the reason I'm feeling this daemonic screaming is cos it feels as real as the ceiling
Then it subsides for a second
or a minute i reckon
Before the darkness beckons once more
I'm haunting myself
and unsure
I'm scared of the person
I was the night before
I'm host to a ghost
that revels in the terrible things
that cost me the most
Battling with the shadow it casts
hassled by the past like tassels on a cat
Me and the fiend in the glass staring back
I'm haunting myself
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 3:29 PM UTC
Fiendish wires driven deep into the mind.
Subsisting on the chaos it compels unto others.
Craving lechery and deference.
When resisted the coils tighten.
Its weighted vines make it difficult to stand.
I know what it fears,
We are the same.
The threads are not mine.
If I controlled the them I'd do the same.
We are puppeteers.
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 4:39 PM UTC
Longing
For one of the only things I cannot have
Locked away from me
At least I can be
Three months sober
On March 2nd
Just give me a second
To catch my breath
And stop myself
I see the cord and lock
Thinking maybe if I took a rock
And hit it
It could break open
Unlocking the liquor
Then an image likes to flicker
Reminding me what I said
I made a promise
Not to drink
So I think
For a long time, I think
"I won't take that drink."
But then again,
Something in me,
A fiend,
Wants me not to be cleaned
Wants me to be tainted
To be painted
Like a picture
And plastered
So I argue with said fiend,
"I have been cleaned,"
I say to it,
Trying to reason,
"and I made a promise."
Then the fiend, "But miss,"
"what if t'were but a sip?"
This makes me think
Before I have time to counter,
I look in the mirror and encounter
My reflection
And in it I imagine myself
Holding a bottle
I don't want to touch the throttle
That could lead to that road
I am drowning in my own pain
I have little to nothing to gain
So I respond,
"Fiend, you beseech me;"
"think this is the opportune moment,"
"But I shall make this a restated movement."
So I take the fiend
Hold it in my grasp and stare
Down at it, in this nightmare
I ask it,
"Why, why do you care?"
It is silent,
Takes its turn to stare
And to ask me,
"Why, why do you resist,"
"when something to sooth thy pain sits there?"
I drop said fiend
Taken aback by its counter
So I sit on the bathroom counter
Then think with my eyes closed
How one such as it
Could tempt me so
Busying myself with something to sew
But I cannot be distracted for long
Not with something so strong
Whenst I was tempted last
I revisited something from my past
Let it take control
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Five and no more
Then, when I walked out that door
The tides had turned
Casting be into the waters of guilt
Causing my soul to wilt
"Fiend..."
I called
It was not appalled,
"Yes, miss? What ever plagues thee so?"
A smile upon its face
I reply,
"Old habits I thought I had buried - I tell no lie."
Then,
That little fiend replies,
"But, not the one thou yearned for not long ago."
Thoughts tell me to drop it, let it go
"Nay, not a drop has touched these lips."
The fiend laughs!
"But of course not - but blood loves to seep."
So there I weep
Fiend laughing
Winning in its own, sick and twisted ways
Eventually going to let me choose
What more do I have to lose?
- Jay M
February 26th, 2020
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 11:22 PM UTC
come on
hand me a poem will ya
or at least a stanza i
be willing to do everything
what? then gimme a
verse i'm sweating like
hell
not even a verse? cmon!
then...then...then...
a word baby!
please just one ****** word
or i mean frankly ahem argh
gimme letters
at least one single meaningful
letter
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 5:21 PM UTC
come on
hand me a poem will ya
or at least a stanza i
be willing to do everything
what? then gimme a
a verse kiddo i'm sweating like
hell
not even a verse? cmon!
then...then...then...
a word baby!
please just one ****** word
or i mean frankly ahem argh
gimme letters
at least one single meaningful letter
Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 2:43 PM UTC
It walks around with a mirror
Showing the reflection of your soul
Tricking you into believing it's his personality
Making you fall in love with it
Filtered with friendship traits
Luring you to its kingdom
******* from you your blood and soul
Turning you against yourself
Making you your own enemy
With it success is foreign
And no outside things are allowed in its castle
It makes you toxic with its diabolical nature
And blinds you from reality
It controls you till it becomes you
Soon when you look into the mirror
Your soul wont be reflected
The only thing you will see is
The fiend
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 1:52 PM UTC
she is
in limbo
when Jumbotron
in Bogata
has sports
and impair
action that
any stampede
rot with
their indecision
on Farc
12 and
the art
of shaving
in locker
room on
field hoy
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 9:40 AM UTC
Meeting the foul faced fiend & foe we call death.
Lurking about looking for souls, a collector in the truest sense.
Mortals can be persistent,pondering away subsistence.
From death breaths life, a rotting coexistence.
There is nothing but bones left
A gorgeous array of decay
The splendor of existence lost
The amusement of resistance
Gandering at the reaper we can see life, and reflect
We may see many worlds, life in the blink of an eye, right before our death.
Try not to inject your morals for the minds you infect.
Is there ever really a time when there's absolutely nothing left?
In the world of your mind you must be the architect.
the worlds crumbling down. Your mind is yours to *****
There is nothing but bones left
A gorgeous array of decay
The splendor of existence lost
The amusement of resistance
The dead flower has more power than your wilted soul.
My knife has more life to watch death grow.
That broken glass a stones throw. You are Building up a rebels soul.
There is nothing but bones left
A gorgeous array of decay
The splendor of existence lost
The amusement of resistance
Nothing but bones. Such a gorgeous array. The splendor of existence.The amusement of resistance, and the foul faced fiend we call death.
Looking for souls. Morality they say.....
Mortals can be persistent.
pondering away subsistence.
Gandering at death we see life and reflect
Try not to inject your morals, minds you infect.
Is there ever a time when there's nothing left?
In the world of your mind, be the architect.
The dead flower has more power than your wilted soul.
My knife has more life to watch death grow.
That broken glass, stones throw. Building up a rebels soul.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 5:56 AM UTC
I walk the line between love and hate
This apple's bad and rotten, rotten to the core
Get up, get up, and trick or treat
Get down, get down, my love!
I walk the line
I walk the line
I walk the line
Between war and peace
My business is a little **** Bill
I eat so much I don't walk I merely waddle!
No you wouldn't listen & I don't blame you
No I don't blame ya!
I walk the line
I walk the line
I walk the line
I walk the line
Between yin & yang
My rent is 0 a day
I can't move
You know that's the price you pay
Is life all in vain?
Starts off in my arm
Opens up my brain
I'm already in the nivarana -
Next stop is the paradise!
I walk the line
I walk the line
I walk the line
I walk the line
Between life and and death
Live fast, die young
Live fast, die young
I walk the line
Hate
I walk the line
I walk the line
I walk the line
I walk the line
Between joy and depression
While others have been thinking about it - I've been there and back
I walk the line
I walk the line
I walk the line
I walk the line
Between good and evil
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 8:12 AM UTC
Acts of love save.
They save from evil
from envy
from suffering
from disturbing memories.
Only acts of love save.
From the nightmarish and stagnant life.
From anxieties
from unnecessary tears.
Acts of love save.
From words that hurts
from the fiend of insomnia.
From self-flagellation.
From monotony and emptiness.
Only love saves you
from sadness lagoon
from yourself.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
Do they see the insanity
hidden in my eyes?
Does instability consume their brain
the way it does mine?
I won't put the gun in my mouth,
I don't care how a bullet might taste.
I'd put it to my head,
that's where the problems play.
I can't pull the knife across my wrists,
I'd become enamored by the red.
I won't plunge the blade into my chest,
my heart is my son's, always his.
But I need to escape my head.
I can't continue just to exist,
detached but for moments.
there's no drug capable of healing
this.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
i'm dark
and white
i'm sun
and rain
everyday so
one madness
and terror
i'm black
and gray
i'm hero
and fiend
everyday so
one madness
and terror
18.05.18
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 4:22 AM UTC
i smoke cigarettes to blacken my lungs so they can match my heart
cough up tar in my morning caffeine that excite the drugs that i impart
after i inhale green to forget that i’m alive
then i balance it with aderall so that my anxiety will thrive
im prepared for the fire because my house has been burned before
those glowing flames don’t seem to be so inviting anymore
like how drugs come with a fear of peaking
when i dip myself in acid then wonder if my brain is leaking
somehow i have fit my ambiguity with the thoughts i consider more real
death is inevitable but am i really living if i have emotions i cannot feel
although i know this is not a dream because the scars i’ve pick at don’t bleed as before
and the crow awaits me singing my death as so, nevermore nevermore
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC
I am addicted, I must confess
Lately I've been a distracted mess,
I'm not myself, acting mad,
You are the fix I need bad.
Have cravings in my head
For your presence in bed,
I try to stop them, instead they grow,
Prancing around my mind to and fro.
Falling hard, I isolate,
Care too much so I fixate,
Loved ones think I am depressed,
**** their opinions, I am obsessed.
Bad choices, on another binge,
Melted love fills the syringe,
Tie off arm, find a vein,
Wince as I feel usual pain.
Anticipation comes in a flood,
Viewing the needle awash with blood,
Calm, I slowly push it in,
Quickly remove the point from my skin.
It does the trick, I wait to feel
A high so good it is almost unreal,
The way I go crazy around you
Has me confused; dizzy too.
The rush I get when you get close,
Has me begging for my next dose,
Love is worth the pain that follows,
Empty sickness as your gut hollows.
Desperate to see your face,
Affection is the drug I chase,
My whole world revolves around your touch,
It's unhealthy, you are now my crutch.
It is harmful yet I still ingest,
What fills the heart inside my chest,
This well-known poison I speak of
Is a wonderful substance called love.
It can make you lose a big part
Of yourself, even your heart,
Changes you into someone new,
An unrecognizable statue.
Careful, it's strong enough to ****
More addictive than any pill,
I'm high off love, need your heart,
Strung out, wishing I could restart.
If I could go back i would,
Turn around before you could,
Poison me with medicine,
"Just say no" before love could begin.
It's way too late for me to quit,
I am controlled by my habit,
Sinking deeper into your abyss,
All I am: a fiend for your kiss.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC
I'm sorry baby.
I know you won't like this one, but this some real ****
On a real note, you are my everything and I'd do anything for you.
Sometimes I make you mad, never gonna make you sad.
Seeing you smile makes me happy.
Hearing your voice excites me.
When I'm with you, hopefully you won't be on your phone as much.
There's some things we need to change, but that won't happen.
So we have simple sorry poems like the one above.
My level of poetry can go beyond this 3rd grade **** I tend to keep it this way though.
Always remember you're my drug and I can't see to find you anymore. I'm addicted, but you're gone. I fiend for you.
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 10:38 PM UTC
Who wears the Broken Crown,
The King of Fiends.
Who wears a Million Faces,
The King of Fiends.
Who wears Hell Fires,
The King of Fiends.
Those hollow eyes of tortured gold.
Those foul horns of haunted mutilation.
The charred skin of mortal flesh
The broken wings of nightmare fuel
The blood of my blood.
The pathology of my pathology.
The beast of my beast.
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC
You can’t tame this beast inside of me that wears my skin.
This monster within knows the secret to making victims give in.
Like a werewolf during a full moon, I turn into such a fiend.
The only way to stop me is to bury me six feet under in quarantine.
Love comes in endless flavors and I’m addicted to tasting them all.
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC
I don't let people touch me.
It's been so long I almost forgot.
Your fingers down my back,
My eyes roll into thought.
Pouting like a child
I can't have that all the time
Wish I could show you
how you stimulate my mind.
To be absent from the world,
Two bodies tangled,
I don't want it to ever end.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 6:14 PM UTC
I always loved my grandmother
As most young boys do
She held me tight
Singing in her terrible voice
Sharing her world with me
I still recall peeling fresh apples
As we mixed and mashed for pie
When age overcame her,
When her body betrayed her,
When I was not there
When wounds are eternally fresh
Age came for me too,
With it, a swell of dark secrets
Ones of devils, so close to home
I wondered, what person could dwell
With family, in a home, here in hell
A grandafather I never knew, forked tongue
And perversions in the brain
His grave forgotten, while his scars remained
Perhaps she did the best she could
Turning a blind eye against a fiend
But as closed doors reveal themselves
A twisting vine of hate creeps and crawls
Sinking its roots in memories skewed
In rose colored glasses, as I unshaken gaze
Into the endless ripples of repercussions
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC