Loss (Old poem)Dark Memories, dark thoughts,they return by choice and result in loss.Picking at old wounds will just make a deeper scar,the more I think, the darker and deeper it grows,what I wish to finish soon, seems like a road so far.It's almost nostalgic, and a little bit tragic.More like a death then the break of a heart,the ship in friend has sunk, after the ice made it's mark.
UntitledThoughts racing through my brain, energy creating a feeling I can't sustain,like the beat of a drum i feel a heavy pulse in my brain, reminding me that hell's still thinking of buying me, time keep'strying me on like coat that-i-can't-fit, no matter where I am i'll never fit in, and I'm just-fine-with-itI've got a feeling in my heart and I can't ignore it. i've fought many battles but one show of kindness and I'm at my knees, this is the weakest i've ever been so here me please, i've got nothing left to ask for, mind body and soul, i need the Lord to rescue me out of this darkness, this never ending hole. Chemicals, mind elements, anything to get myself out of this world, relapse and perhaps i've put myself in this place, i could blame my mother, i could swear my father is the reason I'm not tamed, I'm human but a beast runs within me,I'm living but my soul is dying from the sin in me.
Do you, Can you, Will you?Do you feel the rain on your face? Is your hair damp and warm?Are your eyes softly stinging like the tingle of pins and needles?Or chlorine from a pool?Do you see how much you've screwed it all up, like the 9 crimes of the abused,Do you see what you've lost,you lost me, you lost love,you lost all we could ever be, so good to feel, so good to see.Isn't is like the cinema, some-type of surreal dream,created by fools who think they know what love is?Well sometimes even us fools know a thing or two.Doesn't it give you some type of sick pleasure, to imagine me crying?Yet we still claim it's understandable, it's justified.When can it be justified, when it is just plain wrong?Reality is reality, there's only one truth.You either believe what's right or you're just apart of the confused.Does it make you angry, does it make you sad?Have you forgotten how much I loved you?I can't bare the pain.My hands shake from typing this, I can't read the keys.My chest, my ears, my face, i