An ice sheet froze over the deserted waste-land,
Empty from warmth, an ice palace of cold.
The long road through this land lied empty,
No traffic for miles, not a single sound.
Water fell from the Heavens, drowing all life,
Smoothering the last breath from their frozen bodies.
Only the toughest could survive there,
But even they have turned to nothing.

Guilt awaiting beyond the threshold of passion,
Too regretful to be engulfed by devouring flames,
Burning with every ounce of blood pumped in ******,
Sensation overwhelming a morally sound reality,
entombing the moment on repeat,
reliving every touch, every secret whispered.
Broken promises gnaw at the spinal cord,
Incapacitating victims with each mouth full of deceit,
Overpowered in puddles of sensuality scattered,
Pain distributed through currents of attraction,
Smoothering the protests of anxiety with free will.
Breathing the scent of venom,
Seductive serpent offering the hungry,
garentees of release muffled by falsehoods,
Providing the fruit of past deprivation,
The sweet necture drips from supple lips,
Woven into the wounds of betrayal,
A secret to be scilenced by the embrace of guilt.

The stairway you all climbed this year is definitely a great
walk it appears,
Hearing that you died today brings me to tears
hearing if you were still suffering brings out my fears.
Is he alone and is someone making him laugh
Was he able to get up and take his own bath
Did he sit by hisself and think his own morbid thoughts
Should I have gone out and just picked him up.
I feel Im always lagging behind to late
I dont want anyone to feel like they are smoothering
and want to escape.
I know that my loved ones are all gone and for a while
I wish to God there was a phone direct to just dail
I know today is your first day in Heaven
I know that you were on my mind when I gave my rent to Kevin
I wondered if you were on the stairs still making your walk
I know you might of lingered not going by a clock
I wondered in some strange way you came in my dream as Pat
knowing he was familiar and if it was you Id have an attack
Probably so because I was so sad on friday night
When I knew deep in my soul your were ready for flight.
Your voice seemed so weak, and you even said it to me
I said yeah def not the voice from before we agreed.
I know that you arent suffering....that is what we all say
I know I know I will see you on another fine day.
well fine for me going to a place of love and peace
But not for our loved ones and me right now Oh PLease
Come back for just a little while so I can laugh with you and see
you smile.   Make me giggle like you used to do, and I do the same to you.
I wanted to just hug you one more time but I guess it was your time to heal and shine
I know you do fine and be the head of something over there
Cause I know Bob and I know his voice will blare!  
Blare out the feeling Good once again
Feeling like the child that was made into your Man!
I love you, I send peace, Give me a sign once in a while
and maybe give me a call if there is a phone you can dail
or just let me look up in the sky and be proud
of that heart you might send me dressed up like a cloud.

A feeling all too familiar, a feeling that follows me everywhere that I go
It shall not sleep nor shall it simmer, prominent until recognised

A feeling that shadows you, even in the morning light
It hates you as much as you hate it, which is why it has so much control over you

A feeling that makes you hate yourself, even though self love is your platform
It clouds your sense of reality, and takes over your fate

A feeling that ties you to the bed, even when you’ve got **** to do
It makes the thought of getting dressed, seem like a challenge similar to that of climbing Mount Everest

A feeling that wants to cuddle and comfort you, although that entails smoothering you until you feel like you can’t breathe
It will make you feel empty, until you are

A feeling that will steal your friends and family, even the way you see your life
It will try to predetermine your goals, and make you feel like you deserve nothing more

A feeling that, even at 11:11 is too loud to ignore
It can’t be turned off to wish for something different, the control runs deeper than that

A feeling you can see so familiar in someone else, and you try to intervene
It doesn’t matter though, because when it’s you you’re in it alone

A feeling of pure, total, shambolic misery.
It will not be ignored, it will not sleep