Someone told me once
That depression was
Overwhelming sadness

I know now
That depression is
Feeling nothing at all

Someone told me once
That life was
What I made it

I know now
That life is
Whatever it feels like being

Someone told me once
That love was
Just a feeling

I know now
That love is
Terrifyingly unconditional

Someone told me once
That you were
But a man

I know now
That you are
But a man with wings

Someone told me once
But I know now

This page and this pen
Express them again
These tormentors I keep deep inside


Ugly truths rattle out
From their cages they shout
Vile curses I just can't confine


I will cherish the day
They have nothing to say
Pure silence within chaos is bliss


But my my soul until then
Shall re-break and re-mend

Life's Demons

I truly won't miss

Colossal, climactic  clouds

Caught in a canopy of blue

Clear.
Cascading.
Calming.

Captures eyes within it's countless hues.

A blue of such hue my mind never once knew

Least that's what i felt

And it definately felt true.



Simultaneously I see sudden shooting sunlight

A seamlessly stupendous splendor, it stammers my senses

It shines, shimmers, sinks into my supple skin.

My Stimulations soaking; I submit from within

I succumb.
I smirk.
I think and say


'Surrounded by shivering delight, Surely I am safe today!'


Least, that is what it felt to be true.

But as if i actually knew.




Whilst waning wrapping waves

Of whipping white-water

Washes out to a wide horizon

Willingly captures my once wandering eyes.


Wait though.


It's all sinking in now. Woe.


Weeping with what I wanted to be  joy

I wail

I whisper 'Where does the water start, and the sky begin?'

And that question, triggers it within.

The last word really

Begin.

When did this begin?

And a blanket of black, blinding blankness, descends.

I blame

I whimper

I whisper

'Did it really have to end?'

But it has the better of me now.



And harsh reality I cannot shake.




I wake.

You were drawn to me
because I was a writer.
You didn't understand
that I write well
simply because I lie well.
Such is the art of storytelling.
I'm honestly sorry you had
to realize that
The hard way.