darking...darking...darking in the rain, darking alone,dancing with a corpses bonedarking is the witches dancedarking, entering a trancea witch in the graveyard, darkingis like a child on the street walkingdarking is the blackest artdarking is the life's best partdarking in the dark, darking all the timedarking, and not committing a crimedarking is freedom, darking is puredarking is the world's only cure...
BruisedTell me the words I desire to hear, your honesty is optional.Bandage my deepest wounds, while cleansing your bloodied blade.Be so selfless to put me first, only to use me as your human shield.Take the courage to lash out at my enemies, just to feed your own ego.Praise me for my generosity, knowing I'm gullible enough to give you what you want.Beg me for my forgiveness, only to repeat your betrayals.Confide in me your fears, just to take from me my hopes.Create in me a purpose, then reveal it to be meaningless.Leave me with my darkest thoughts, making your escape with my dreams.Set the standard for my expectations, left with nothing but a broken promise.
Rage InsideSat still, eyes closedDeepest breaths to fill the lungs,Exhaling, Releasing,The warm and toxic atmosphere.Down within, Twisted core,Blood boiling rage of hatred,Tensing, Clenched,Muscle fibres stretched to limit.Images seen, vivid, clear,Oozing crimson river flowing,Dizziness, Conscious,Exquisite pain keeps me here.Sit up, Eyes wide open,Looking around I am not broken,Trapped, Inside,These thoughts kept locked away.
DepressionThe pressure inside building,Forcing against the cranial wall,Too many thoughts of degredation,Self abuse and longing to fall.Distorted images of goodness,Twisted into pain and torment,Relentlessly pushing forward,Closing the mind to this lament.Darkness sheilds the soul,Refusing to release it's grip,Drawing deeper into despair,From the chalice of the damned now to sip.The depths of this world grow cavernous,Harder to scale the sides each day,But from the underworld of depression,I will conquer and find my way.
Futile.what is it I miss but a fragment of she?A sculpture in the image of the mind's memorysuch as the sun bringing light on the treeswhat reflects on the earth is an imposter of leavesWhat is it I hate but her spirit's descend?A conscious devouring of reckless love's endthat is to say, the awareness of deathwhich she caused so to spite my unyielding defenseWhat is it I crave but my fraction complete?As I'd believed that I'd had and try to repeatto compose my own seraph, love's futilityI built my own tomb when I loved she
A Kiss of StardustOnce upon a windblown nightThe stars above they shined so brightThey glistened and sparkled so far up in the skyIf only I could have one,If only they weren't so high.So I picked up a stool and set it on the ledgeI hope they don't catch me I should be in bed.Well I reached up one hand and reached to the starsMy hand almost brushed one, but they were too far.So I added a ladder and tried for one againBut this time I fell so what happens then?Well I tumbled and tumbled and fell towards the sunThis nightly adventure wasn't ending so funEventually I landed in a field of black dust.Oh look now I'm dirty, I sat and I fussed.I looked around at the murky night sky.This isn't a star, oh dear, where am I?I sat myself up and I wandered around,Am I sitting up? Or on Earth is this upside down?Hesitantly peering my head on the edge,I thought to myself, is this a star? Maybe it's dead.The sad little stars all alone in the sky,Had not a glimmer, not a twinkle, just a cry.I huffed
Cemetery!Sepia night crawls slowly byCasting shadows softly sighGravestones dominate terrainFilled with humanities endless pain.To the left stands Cedar groveDistinctive shape quite colourlessUnder tree one lonely graveOccupant restless, soul to save.Shadow emerged from grave groundGlides down rows of buried deadHesitates before angel who praysIntentions honourable, tears shed.Kneeling now, ghostly prayerBefore sculpture of stoneRemembering what? we'll never knowMemories belong to the grave below.Delice19417.6.12
A Single Tree, Hidden in a Forest of LeavesIf it's with me you'll stayI wouldn't have it any other way.You don't know what you do boy,I just don't know what to do with youAll I know is...You never quite know what you doEven as I come unglued.You retain your natureEven when it seems to hurt you.How you do it I don't know,ButEven if I don't spend the rest of my life with youWhich I think would be cool. Even if the whole world doesn't think like I do.You are fast becoming part of me.If it's with me you'll stayI wouldn't have it any other way.You don't know what you do boy,I just don't know what to do with youAll I know is...I want you to see what I see.Your shy smileAnd sparkling eyes.Unsure of your standing,You attempt to hide.But what you don't know,Is how little you need try.I can speak little for othersAs I am just a wandering bardIn search of something we can't see.If it's with me you'll stayI wouldn't have it any other way.You don't know what you do boy,I just don't know what to do with
AddictedAddictedI'm addicted to a druga drug so intensethat it doesn't make sensea drug you don't easily geta drug revealing regretI'm addicted to a druga drug I need every daya drug which makes me paya drug allowing my heart to feeland ignoring things that are realI'm addicted to a druga drug I'm starting to hatebut can't get off it, it's too latea drug I finally regret takinga drug which keeps my body heavily shakingI'm addicted to a druga drug causing me immense painthough it's just so little, simple and plaina drug I traded for everything I hada drug which can only be found inside my head