Friday, March 11, 2011

ADDICT 1 & 2

RUN.
HIDE.
STAY INSIDE.
DARKNESS FOLLOWS.
FEELING HIGH.
ALL LOCKED UP.
SO COLD.
CAN'T FLY.
SOMEONE COME SAVE ME.
FROM MYSELF.
NO PRIDE.
ALL IS LOST.
IN HIS MIND.
FAMILY.
FRIENDS.
NOT IN SIGHT.
ALL HE FEELS,
IS PAIN.
CAN'T HIDE.
NO REASON TO TRY.
TO FIX WHAT'S RIGHT.

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FEEDING HIM,
SHE DOESN'T KNOW,
SHE'S KILLING HIM,
OH SO SLOW.
SHE'S HALF THE POISON,
LIVING INSIDE OF HIM,
UNTIL SHE'S GONE,
HE CAN'T CHANGE WITHIN.
LIKE A LEECH SHE CLINGS,
TO HER VICTIM,
FEEDING HER THIRST,
IT'S LOOKING GRIM.
NOT JUST FOR HIM,
BUT FOR THEM BOTH,
IF ONE SHOULD DIE,
THE OTHER WOULD LOSE HOPE.
SUCH IS A VICIOUS CIRCLE,
OF LIFE OR DEATH,
AN ADDICT LIVES,
BUT IS MOSTLY DEAD.
PRAY FOR THEM,
WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT,
BECAUSE ONLY THEY,
CAN FIND THE LIGHT.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

So Much.

So much I wanna do.
So much I wanna say.
So much I cannot do.
So much life is in the way.

So much for all those dreams.
So much for all those hopes.
So much for all the things,
So much I cannot cope.

So much I didn't do.
So much I cannot change.
So much it's killing me.
So much for being brave.

So much is still at stake.
So much I will not break.
So much I'll push on through.
So much my mind is strong today.

So much you'll never know.
So much I'll never say.
So much for me and you.
So much for yesterday.

So much for sleepless nights.
So much for scary fights.
So much for what they say.
So much to my dismay.

So much for doing one thing.
So much for normal ways.
So much for an easy life.

I'm doing it all today.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Time Is Near.

Windy.
Weird.
Everything's clear.

Mind made up.
Time is near.

Feelin' good.
It's no mistake.
The life I'm livin',
Is about to break.

Open that is,
You'll see inside,
What I've been keeping,
No more to hide.

15 maybe 20,
The years have led up,
To what I'm now doing,
I've filled up the cup.

I hate the saying,
Things happen for a reason.
But it sure feels like,
It's that time,
It's the season.

Man oh man,
It feels so damn good,
To look in the mirror,
And know what you're doin'.

Finally for once,
I'm living for me,
Not worrying about,
What the public may see.

It feels as if,
The wind took a hold,
Ripped out my old soul,
To make me feel whole.

Back to the beginning.
So windy.
So weird.

The clouds are clearing,
My time's finally near.