The Angst of Love

Was the loss of your affections the moment I died?

When did my beautiful life start?

How twisted life and love became washed into a world of black.

Where is my beautiful life?

Darkness giving birth to a burning rage.  Rage of a new light.

A new beautiful life!

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One More?

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Hey baby it’s one last hello or goodbye, I’ve got nowhere else to go.  I find myself running over and over the same old wounds, what am I gonna do?  The pain never goes away, there’s nothing sweet about what we’ve gone through.  One more time’s not too much to ask, but I’ll never live through it.

So I’m here lost and found, I can’t help myself the hurt feels good again.  The high of you twisting your nails under my skin.  I’m a junky for the guilty pleasure of you.

One more whiskey

One more slow burn

One more road of broken tears

One more go and go again.

Dead of Night

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Loneliness wraps me tight, wanting to choke the life out of me.  It shadows my every move waiting.  I can’t out run it.  I can’t shake its icy claws.

My personal demon, sitting on my shoulder laughing and making me doubt life.  The voice of my hell, calling me home.

How does one fight the darkness in the dead of night…

 

The Dark Alone

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Many of us sit alone in a darkness only we feel.  The darkness drapes us like a waterlogged wool jacket.  Damp, heavy and cold smothering everything into numbness.  We no longer sense time, light or night just dread of self.  Silently waiting for redemption, never coming and too weak to unshackle the dark.

Where in this despair is the Heavenly host?  Why is the enlighten presence not felt?  No comfort can be found for the darkness we’ve created out of doubt, envoy and lack of self worth.  Glimpsing upon the divine’s creation shoved in our face, mocking us.

Alone we must fight, inch by inch until time is no more.  I hope to see you once again in the sunshine and we can smile together and walk as friends.

Stand Still

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Standing Still in the middle
of the storm clouds in my
head.

Waiting for the thunder of indecision and
the lightning of regret.

Standing still to run away from
strange thoughts gather within
me.

Waiting for the thunder of indecision and
the lightning of regret.

Here is what it is, nothing left to hide
stripped wide open a lone voice in the
night.

Waiting for the thunder of your laughter the
lightning of your eyes.

Waiting for the thunder of your laughter and the
lightning of your eyes to keep me still.

Oh Death

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Death don’t come easy he comes hard. Death comes hard.

It steals all those dreams you kept locked down deep in your soul.

Death don’t come easy it comes hard. Death comes hard.

He’s not an old friend you can sit and reminisce or drink with until the end.
He’ll take the last sweet sip from your lips and laugh in your face.

Death don’t come easy he comes hard. Death comes hard.

You hope death comes like a thief in the night, but he’s up close and personal holding the knife.

Death don’t come easy he comes hard. Death comes hard.