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Back Into Wonderland
of what I was once fond
I wish now to forget.
As unforgiving were the events
transpired amid regression.
Up build my walls once again,
for my invited guest,
is now an intruder
amongst my bleeding heart.
Back to into the rabbit hole.
Descending I go into the demented realm...
spiraling back downward into my Hell
where my home burns.
Hand Cannon Overkill
The charismatic recluse
with a loner's philosophy.
Birds of a feather,
the punishments that I endure,
I cannot work beneath
The know-nothing status
in the search for myself
Goes on with trial & error...
All in all, I am merely awaiting
my own return.
Sorrow upon the Old Gallows.Such suffering...
of loved ones, past, and few present...
Such pain weighs heavily on me.
Yet another burden for my weary shoulders
My prayers are endless for you all,
yet I am forever bitter to the causes,
greater in number are they to the victims I know.
Addictions on high, actions so low...
Following the heat from Hell's fires,
blind folded and willing.
Unaware of the calling voices of desperation...
The voices of loved ones,
calling from beneath the Gallows, as nooses are tied...
Few are heard, as the addictions are high, and the actions low...
A Walk With The Poet-Canto 3
We walked onward,
Into a forest dark and nearby.
without lacking of hesitation.
Forward and never looking back
did my curiosity take me
Unto a realm of more woe
"This place", Asked I
did feet was walk these forlorn woods?"
He halted, gazing onward...
His silence to my discord,
gave answer to my question...
And his feet carried on.
"These woods were the resting place of my misery.
Alone and like you." stated he to my ears.
Though places are kindred to my own,
Yours is the journey that shall marked with your name,
Descending first into the retribution of your humanity.
Know you shall, the lamentations of all souls you find."
He paused once again, this time at the foot of a mountain.
"Awaken, doors to limbo and lower, and let us be consumed.
Swallow us whole to make path for this trek.!"
The mountain gave way to an entrance...
Black like some dreadful cave,
and dreadful it was, the entrance to my Hellish Inferno.
The poet did now look back at me,
with stern face and welcoming eyes-
The United Marionette
Eyes blind, and running in a direction unknown,
Oh what foolish pilgrimage has been chosen for us now?
All hail the way of conformity to the false prophets throne,
To the idolaters zealous fire do you march as you bow.
Forward you move, imploding and expanding simultaneously...
Rotting from within and denying your own flaws.
Changing your view and way so spontaneously!
Until even you do not understand what is your pathetic cause.
The philosophers in history say
that without conflict, can there be no progression...
And here and how, to your eyes is the cause of your delay...
Shall revolt catch your burning wagon with the hands of transgression?
Abandon ship and onto the burning bandwagon,angry and alone.
Division of the flock, oh what a weapon here and how!
No glory is the way to forsake the truth that you now disown!
Looking back at a forlorn forefather,with a nervous sweat on your brow.
Decay Along the Beaten Path
The time carries on, by and by
languid, lethargic, and seemingly lacking...
No rest for the working man,
has made my limbs weak and brittle.
No push lies against my back,
no pull of my feet along the given path.
Mr. Sandman, repay me my memory in full.
This lack of alleviation makes me to be some sort of fool.
A heart so torn as to my mind, many lacerations...
Though the scars are back home,
where left I, my soul.
Hindered, the mindless drone before you,
as I understand not even my own actions.
Be this change or some phase,
I wish it to end,
as I grow weary of this
over sized bump in the road.
Forever may it be my faith
allows me some peace...
For as of right now...
It is the "what if?" that keeps me moving...
The Killer's Mare
The ever creaking wood scolds me with laughter,
My feet make their tiresome way up to that rope.
There swings my path to the hereafter,
As I, the voice of these words, abandon all hope.
I am the regretful fiend, the tortured soul.
Whose face is emotionless, whose heart is torn.
Mine was the life to swallow others whole,
Now mine is the being forlorn.
Grim was this account of my life...
I lived within the arms of sin,
Now is the retribution of my strife...
Yet no words describe that through which I've been.
I can hear them cheering,
those I've in my life wronged,
celebrating the Hell for me that I've been fearing.
My demise which for them has been prolonged.
My tears meet my knees at the base of the wood.
"Oh God forgive this fool before you!,
For my actions are misunderstood!."
But upon holy does my voice come untrue.
I know of my guilt, the suffering I have brought,
This world has learned of me and my ways.
To this society does my innocence ever rot!
And open do the gates of Hell in a
A somber raise of the glasses,
the unbroken, yet half empty...
A somber cheers, in memoriam.
The reminder of great loss,
Well known to the uninvolved,
As a mark to remain upon history.
Vindictively vicious was
the scar ever unhealed,
Left upon a body already
mangled and slowly recovering.
How strange, this cycle of affliction.
How off the resemblance of occurrences
O'Lord, my infinite prayers...
to this horrid event in past.
To those taken to their appointed place
here after in the Afterlife.
Those fallen souls may they forever rest...
The SadistYou pick your favorite tie,
your eyes dark, filled with craving.
Staring at the floor,
I dare not meet your gaze,
But terrified all the same.
I hold up my wrists,
And you move swiftly with talent.
I kneel before you,
My blood boiling,
Your fist in my hair.
I tilt my head back,
Scorching my skin.
My vision now compromized,
I feel hollow and lost.
Coursing through my veins.
And then it comes,
A single hard blow.
My body wrenches,
My flesh sizzles,
My scream echos.
Beads of sweat,
Cold against my skin,
Collecting in the small of my back.
I know I can do it,
For you my love,
But thirty six more times,
Restores my faith in suffering.
My fragile body,
Now battered and debased,
Covered in cuts and bruises,
The scars of which will never fade.
Tears stream down,
My mascara smeared,
As you stand astride,
Mocking my anguish.
There's a blurred line,
Between pain and pleasure.
My temptation unsatisfied.
You have nothing more to give,
Of this decadent lifestyle.
I'm AfraidI’m afraid.
Afraid to show you who I am.
And I know why.
Because you hate who I am.
I love boys, and girls.
But you don’t know that.
How can I tell you?
You think homosexuality is disgusting.
You find the idea
Is that what you’d think of me?
You’d think I’m disgusting, if you knew?
Someone who you love,
Someone who loves you,
Someone you’d find disgusting if you knew the truth.
Afraid that you won’t love me.
The EmpathI take what isn't mine,
leaving what is good behind.
Taking the pain and leaving joy.
They smile, not knowing what I've done.
I cry over this, because I know what I've done.
I wear the mask.
As the smile openly.
No one knows what I do,
that I can sense and take emotion.
I can take pain and leave joy.
Though, I wish they did.
An Empath can feel what isn't their own feeling,
they can also take it from others.
Taking their pain so they wont.
That's what I do.
It's so much more than empathy,
it's feeling it in my very core that's not even mine.
Pain, sorrow, feeling hollow.
That isn't mine in the beginning.
I help by taking.
I save by containing.
But will anyone help,
or save me too?
Someone to understand,
an electic touch.
A gentle voice.
So much more than a friend is what I need.
Where to start?
I don't know.
I wish they'd know.
Because I guess they're not here.
Fadedtears painting my face casting the shadows within the dark
pulling me under its claw's preyed upon death clutch
pounding fear bleeds within my skin and bones
my eyes draws within death scythe ripping away
the chapters of my life buried within my nightmare
why dry my tears but let another cry
impaired to my own emotions numb
to the cords of my existence silting
my soul to reach upon your ears
my downfall pleading for acceptance
composing my cries into deathly tunes
Supposed to helpThis was supposed to help
Make it go away
So why do I
Feel so much pain
No one sees
that I am faking
No one knows
That I am breaking
But just one sec
I got that wrong
I've already broken
Am far long gone
I've already shattered
Fallen to the floor
Broken to pieces
I can't break any more
I'm just shards
Of what I was
I don't know myself
But no one does
I put on a smile
And hide my pain
But I can't act
So it's done in vain
But they still don't see
Or maybe they choose
They don't want to help
If they know I'll lose
I thought this would help
Make it go away
But I still spend
Every moment in pain
I'm still broken
Even more convinced
They just don't care
Nothing has helped
I'm still alone
But I guess that's fine
I'm used to being on my own
I've broken down
So many times
And every time
I make stupid rhymes
But soon enough
It will be too much
I just need some help
A comforting touch
But I break alone
So no one can see
So how can I think
That they'll help me
I tried to ignore it
Resigned to Fate“How are you?” “How’s life?”
This is asked every day
But it’s the reason for lies
While we all hide our pain
They may ask us with feeling
While they try to be kind
But they don’t want truth
So we just say we‘re fine
We say that life’s great
That It could not get better
But secretly inside
We could not feel deader
The pain stays acute
Yet the numb overrides
As you feel yourself falling
Into some deep dark divide
Every day is spent hiding
Depending on tasks
While beneath is just agony
We try to hold to our masks
All you want to do
Is to just stop lying
To tell them the truth
That you feel like you're dying
We try to reach out
To show we’re not fine
But with sadness so deep
We're far passed that line
So we suffer in silence
Every moment in pain
And far too much shame
No one will know
Until that last breathe
When all that is left
Is the prospect of death
When their blindness lifts
They’ll be too late
She hears all the other girls
They talk about their boyfriends
They talk about their makeup and latest brands
They talk about their perfect lives
She can't help but laugh at their cliques
The boyfriends cheat for a more imperfect girl
The makeup cakes on and the clowns are reveled
Their lives are as imperfect as can be
She watches everyone inside and out
She notices most everyone has an imperfect relationship
She notices most everyone has an imperfect sense of style
She notices everyone has an imperfect life
She sees her life
It may look just like a life full of imperfections,
But having an imperfect story is the only
perfection you can have in life...
The Road Taken
I've been driving down this road too long,
Trying to find my way.
I never wanted to be this far gone.
But you have nothing to say.
I've travelled all around the world,
Just trying to get home.
I've been everywhere I never wanted to go,
Where I'll never find you.
I've sent you postcards from every city,
Trying to show you that I still care,
But they were all returned to sender.
I guess that you weren't there.
I don't know what else I expected,
I'm always behind the wheel.
We knew it would be tricky,
But I guess I was hoping still.
You finally sent me a letter,
Saying you couldn't wait,
You had always deserved better,
And you needed someone who could hold you at night.
You couldn't have known then,
But I was tired of waiting too,
I had my truck in gear,
And was finally coming home.
I had decided I would drive it,
All through the night.
I wouldn't stop,
Until I held you in my arms real tight.
So I gunned it down the I-90,
From Butte to Madison.
I can't stop you from leaving,
But I might b
The Error of My Ways.
to where the die was cast.
Arise, reluctant to bare witness
to what unfolds.
Back where I believed,
like some arrogant fool,
that the good of the outcome,
outweighed the erroneous methods.
My delusions have turned so vivid
that they become commonplace
with my reality,
running hand in hand
towards my downfall
as a friendly face in the crowd...
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