The cool bitter breeze
Rubs against my face
Head back, mouth open
I embrace the taste.

For somewhere in the world,
You are doing the same.
I close my eyes
To remember your name.

I recall the passion,
And regret the pain
You stole my tears, now I hate rain
Even still, you're not to blame.

Oh my Wicked flame
You let me burn
I'm not mad, because I had to learn
But now the tables have turned...and

Hell says you're wanted
*It's now your turn

Every night I tuck my demons in tight
Warm and cozy, they hold me just right
Tears from the day fall from my face
My demons are friendly,
As they wipe them away.

Once they are sound asleep,
I creep down to pray.
Hoping they leave, I can't afford for them to stay.

I awake to find them long gone..
I rejoice!! But then I remember,
They will always find their way home.

White smoke
I slowly inhale
for I am in no rush to
make it to HELL.

sometimes I imagine myself
in a gold casket
pretty as ever
dressed in black
eternally sleep
from a heart attack.

Looks in mirror with eyes closed...

Love is not real.
Love is not real.
Love is not real!

Opens eyes slowly
******.

Why do I still feel?

the sadness of her eyes
have become my sunshine

the loneliness is her voice
is a visit I welcome by choice

I can not offer her much,
besides my love and my time...

hoping it is enough to ease her weary *mind.

he told me to relax
and he spread my legs
and caressed my back.

he said chill
as he tasted my *******
and copped a feel.

with time it was over,
only then was relaxation real.