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.

Drop Off

You’ve just dropped me
Off...
At the airport
Now I’m lost in this tacky sea
With its rocky wave
Ripping me apart
Oh! The ache in my heart…
Ignoring my plea to save
Depression my old friend
You’ve come to see me again

Reddening my vision
The cut, the incision
The release….
And so my tear dropped
Into my taco salad
Mixed with that hot salsa
And that man next to me
He watched me fork it into my mouth…
Tonight I’m headed down south
In more ways than one
My life’s purpose
My play, in several acts
I pray one day
That you will stand in ovation

Too Hard

I listen to the breeze whisper a curse.

The blackest of night’s shrouds covered it’s verse.

Insipid the words that worked their way in.

Dragging me down o’er dark vales of sin.

Oh how I needed a friend tonight.

A friend to guide me to the light.

And there you were my friend indeed.

There you were to bind wounds that bleed.

Shining as my beacon calling me back.

Your beauty, your love, made pain retract.

Thankyou my love I owe you my heart.

My light, my saviour, when all seemed too hard.

Less of a face/More of a disgrace

Can you look at how it feels?

Take a peek beneath…

Godless and graceless

A confirming wink

Down it breaks

Before the breakdown

The disorder of the mind

The tsunami of thought droppings

Snapping in half my toothpick cocktail umbrella

Like the opposite of a made bed

I’ve become less of a face

More of a disgrace

Faceless

via Daily Prompt: Faceless

Death Sits Watching

Death sits watching 

Scythe to hand

Looking and waiting

For the weakest of men

He looks for battles 

He watches the wars

He looks to the hospitals

His favourite wards

He watches the lonely

He waits for the weak

He’s watching you

He’s watching me

Death sits watching

Scythe sharpened bright

Looking and waiting

To end someone’s life