Simple day

Within this sleeping hollow shell
Grows only a creeping sorrow
Of each new tomorrow
Here in this waking hell

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Crossing the River

Loud music

A cold bottle

Warm liquid

Becomes the norm

Awaiting the death rattle

Of a life that became toxic

 

Can’t find a vein

No blood left to drain

The needle breaks the skin

The hole begins to mend

 

Life fades away

Only the scar will stay

Another hit

Another line

Everything will be fine

So sick off it

 

Yet back for more

Always there

Always with a warm care

A haunting ghost

Davey Jones locker

Hurt locker

It’s what I call home the most

The digital street corner where I became a whore

 

Google earthing my way to hell

With no soul to sell

For the fix

That leaves too quick

And leaves my heart sick

As I cross the river Styx

 

 

 

The Mourner’s Song

Hello… Hello

Is anybody out there

Can anyone hear me?

Just nod along to the melody

Of the song I’ll sing

 

Listen to the words

And know the truth heard

In the lies I’ll preach

In my attempt to reach you

 

Let me bring you down

To where there is no sound

Float within the light

The Dead lights within my eyes

That shine so bright

 

In the dim world of reality

The soul of frailty

Breaks the fragile shell

Of a new born hell

 

I have gone to far

And been burnt among the stars

Now I exist in the only fashion left

A ghost in the machine

Chill

A cold chill that won’t go away

Here in the light of the sun

I see my breath exhale

Even though I’m in hell

 

The sweat rolls

As sin takes it toll

And once again I give in

To the  temptation

That leads to ruination

 

Yet freedom is found

In the disaster of the ringing alarms

The lovely sound

Of a love that harms

 

I feel no pain

As I go numb

And find the truth insane

As reality never will come

 

Memory Stain

I created my own hell

And from that solitary cell

The pain never goes away

Forever the stain of a warm sunny day

Memories that haunt the light

Lasting long into the night

Of a life gone

A truth that never shone

Beneath the lies of living

In the world of the unforgiving

Where there is no choice

To change the echo of the lost voice

No chance to recreate the past

To fix a future that will last

As the present crumbles to the ground

With the splash of tiny drops of sound