My Friend of Misery

Another sip of hope

Tasting whiskey bitter sweet

Wandering down the winding dark street

To find the ways and means to cope

 

I used to dream of such wondrous things

A love that would never die

A world left better than I found it

A place full of glorious things

And a open blue sky

Of sadness that I would forget

 

Now those dreams are gone

For in truth I was wrong to have them

This world is not ready wonders

Only nightmares it would seem

And in my blunders

I see the truth alone

 

That sometimes only the only wondrous thing to do is madness

Allow the sorrow of tomorrow to become personified

When hope fails and misery reigns

Let your wickedness be glorified

Regardless of the pains

It brings to others happiness

 

Be the friend of misery never had

The Spiral

Down the spiral

Of information gone viral

So many reasons to go

Wrapped in my brain

So few to stay

Begin to circle the drain

I use to stand so tall

I got back up after every fall

 

Took every hit

Always biting off more than I could chew

Because it’s the only life I knew

I never knew when to quit

I became addicted to the taste

Of living a life out of place

 

Looking back

Looking in

On a life that never was

On all I would lack

I was unstoppable

Perfectly unblockable

Yet I was losing as a brave fool often does

Countless was the sweet sin

 

Pointless was the repent

The soul of silver had been spent

To battle the storms within that persist

And I would forever exist

 

Try as I might

I would grasp at the light

And grab only darkness

To cloak my sadness

In the melancholy of my hours

Spent in the chill of April showers

 

Of happiness I would dream

In the suns golden stream

Yet I knew the clouds would always darken

The truth of my soul forgotten

 

I would be stone cold sober

And know my pain is not over

As the first sip

Found its mark upon my lip

Trying to be numb

To all that life has done

And wishing for more

More time before I expired

Even though I am beyond tired

 

So diabolic

The bitter sweet tonic

Of hope

When one is trying to cope

The night goes long

For my will is strong

Even when my soul is weak

And my heart is meek

 

It’s my end

I don’t pretend

It’ll be pretty

I’ll go just as gritty

Into that final night

As I boldly stepped from the light

Saintly

The bitter taste of life

The broken soul of one who would never be a quitter

A back full of knives

Some older than you

Shredded dreams that no longer cause screams

The quiet acceptance of oblivion

A life misspent

A sinner who’ll never repent

The saint with bloody hands

Washing them the grains of sands

From the hours wasted upon the shores of futility

The fight that would not end

The war he could not win

The battle he never lost

Yet he always paid for the cost

Learning Hell

The secrets of Hell

Easy to learn 

Yet hard to tell

For in truth you don’t burn

Hell is many things 

The singer that never sings

The lover that goes unrequited 

The family never united

The hope that never dies 

The truth that ends in lies

A home where you’re never comfortable 

An emptiness that’s never palpable

A place you can leave anytime

Once you accept your crime

Any sin will get you in

Yet only faith without doubt will get you out

Not faith in the Heavens above

Faith in all that you love

Faith in oneself 

That’s how you escape Hell itself