Daughter dear, I can feel you here. You have a long way forward but my end is near, And when I'm gone, release those fears, Let them wash away with that stream of tears. Let them wash away with that stream of tears... For you have tremendous strength in you, A capable mind and a … Continue reading Set Me Free
"Never attempt to murder a man who is committing suicide." - Woodrow Wilson If there was ever anything constant in my life, it's been my ever-present desire to be loved, my fear of death, and ultimately, unconsciously, a desire to die. A fine cocktail mixed for a lonely person whose fear of impending doom only … Continue reading When the World is Looking Dark, Choose to live
The Silk Curtain Drops (The Wolf Boy's Poem) The silk curtain gently drops The ticking of the clock stops The last glass of fresh water Last breath before the slaughter A fading smile from a loved child A million memories run wild All consuming lack of everything All-knowing void of anything Recycle ingredients, soul by … Continue reading Life’s Silk Curtain Drops Ft. Brad – Common Sensibly Speaking
When Heaven shines its light upon me, I'll not be weighed down by my fears, or the tears of my past fading behind me. Instead, I'll look forward towards a blinding light, knowing that this time was never taken from me, but granted freely, as this time was never truly mine, and only graciously extended … Continue reading His Once More
Another sleepless night... Writhing in an emptiness, In a world so quiet, Except for the sounds of morning bird-calls. A heavy heart weighs me down. A mind plays itself on repeat. There's a consciousness - addicted to defeat. A sense of hopelessness which leaves me sinking. ~ I'd cry, if not for these dry eyes. … Continue reading Another Sleepless Night
What a grim look at the world above From the bottom of my grave Human civilization Has become morally depraved I'd raise my fists in anger If they hadn't rotted from my bones I'd frown my brows and shout If my jaw hadn't rolled off on it's own So I'll just lay here silently Amused … Continue reading From The Bottom Of My Grave
Laying still and breathing softly, In the darkness of this cold room. The moons light trails in like water, Flowing through the bedroom window, Painting silhouettes casting shadows across the room.