Both Of Me.

There are two sides to every story.

There are certainly two sides to me.

There’s the loving cuddly father figure.

There’s the the beast seeking depravity.

Sometimes I fight to keep me inside.

Sometimes I just set me free.

Sometimes I tire of this double life.

Sometimes I wish I weren’t me.

For having two sides is such hard work.

Having two sides where one’s perceived as a jerk.

Is tiring to the point that all energy’s gone.

Exhausting the rationale that I’m big, that I’m strong.

And sometimes I crumble.

Sometimes I cry.

Sometimes I wish the world away.

Sometimes I wish I’d die.

But like the world I keep turning around.

I keep the beast securely bound.

I have the strength to live the day.

Hoping that your love will keep me at bay.

And sometimes I think the beast is cool.

Sometimes we don’t need society’s rules.

Sometimes it’s good to let loose and be free.

Sometimes I love like you, both of me.

Melancholy

Melancholy has taken grip of my soul,

Tears at my heart, my mind, my whole.

It’s lowered its black veil to block out light,

A blanket of gloom against which I cannot fight.

I tried to hide and let it pass unnoticed,

But it heard the tears upon which I was choking.

It claws at my pain carving wounds upon which it feeds.

It finds in me, all it could ever need.

Unhappiness, guilt, A forlorn lack of hope.

When the reality check hit like a rat that jumped boat.

I will look for it again I have to, to survive.

I need that hope or I might as well die.

A victim to reality as dreams are just that it seems.

And melancholy found me, a ripe banquet on which it feeds.

Pains of the body where we hide

In the dark there can be no forgiveness

Not for me, not for you

Our whimpers have become a scream

Pains of the body where we hide

Confusing life, inside our life, inside our dream

It’s taking even more, more than we thought

And we are meant for beautiful things

So please, I need you to feel me tonight

With an open mind

In our dark there is only forgiveness

For me, and for you

 

Doomed

Oh black veil of depression envelop me not.

Silence rewards her with sorrow moribund to rot.

A beast that hath scorned is a beast that will know pain.

For I am the beast that karma will burn in misery’s flames.

Purgatory will hold my soul for I cannot leave.

Truth be truth for there are no lies in this self deceit.

I will die wanting more than I ever deserved.

And I will live long stinking here like a putrid evil turd.