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There is something
dark inside my mind
that slowly takes hold;
and burns
twisting through
this blackened rind;
my black blood,
it churns
I can’t help
my thoughts thus far
all I can do is sit and suffer
giving into
these demons I harbor,
relinquishing grips-
this orange is all my fault,
biting at my wounds like salt,
taking away the winds of chance,
lost among ugly tears of decadence,
and watch the blood spill down my pen,
created by agony, a sweet chocolate stain,
spilling murderous hues over when
it hits with broken battered pain.
this ugliness inside still feigns,
taking any chance to gain,
driving me further from sane-
the darkness inside I still drain,
giving off putrid showers and rain,
these rhymes I can no longer strain,
turning to mush at my feet,
a crippling defeat I could never beat,
a coarse stain on tattered pants.
Forgive me lonely arrogance.
Can you taste this poison?

“Good morning starshine,
the earth says hello-”
oh, welcome to hell-
Oh, yes, welcome.
now, please, if you would,
Leave your shoes at the door,
forget all you’ve been living for,
ignore the insipid, rotten core,
a trivial status, forsaken lore,
take it down and beg for more!
Yes, take it down and beg for gore!

Inane compunctions,
a plethora of dysfunctions,
caress the devil at your back,
misuse the angle that you lack,
and swallow down this alkaline-
the electricity will blow your mind-
abandon all your hopes and dreams
for they are “all we seem to see.”

And, quote that damn raven “Nevermore,”
a sorrowful song for Poe’s lost Lenore,
and Shakespeare, too he’s down in hell
repenting for all the lies he sells
of fair old Romeo and Juliet,
the happy Montagues and Capulets,
along with them is dear old Seuss-
a child favorite lost after youth.
They say he died of pure heartache,
but I believe life was too much for him to take…

To read the lies between the lines,
or pretend what you see is fine,
take your pick, I’ll let you know,
that green is stop, and red is go.
look past the signs, past your grasp,
grab hold of that feeling and make it last,
and I’ll share one more though- advice if you will:
never live life for bittersweet thrills.

“I’ve got some friends, some I hardly know,”
and that all means baggage too heavy to tow.
But each day was worth the struggle to live
when I realized they were here to love and to give,
and “we’ve had times I wouldn’t trade,”
because I know those memories will not fade.

Death is a beauty you’ll meet when you must,
but do not wish it upon ashes and dust,
those you’ve abandoned in all of the fuss,
everyone whoever prayed for your trust.
Don’t misplace love in this hole,
Don’t give up, don’t let angst take its toll.
You’ll know what its like to love and to lose,
and there will be times when you have to choose
weather you should be living with all the people you do,
or simply if you should live life for you.

And, if you so choose, to walk into dread,
maybe its true- you deserve to be dead.

Accept this as truth, these words of my soul,
take them to heart- it’s okay to be bold.

Description
There is something
dark inside my mind
that slowly takes hold;
and burns
twisting through
this blackened rind;
my black blood,
it churns
I can’t help
my thoughts thus far
all I can do is sit and suffer
giving into
these demons I harbor,
relinquishing grips-
this orange is all my fault,
biting at my wounds like salt,
taking away the winds of chance,
lost among ugly tears of decadence,
and watch the blood spill down my pen,
created by agony, a sweet chocolate stain,
spilling murderous hues over when
it hits with broken battered pain.
this ugliness inside still feigns,
taking any chance to gain,
driving me further from sane-
the darkness inside I still drain,
giving off putrid showers and rain,
these rhymes I can no longer strain,
turning to mush at my feet,
a crippling defeat I could never beat,
a coarse stain on tattered pants.
Forgive me lonely arrogance.
Can you taste this poison?

“Good morning starshine,
the earth says hello-”
oh, welcome to hell-
Oh, yes, welcome.
now, please, if you would,
Leave your shoes at the door,
forget all you’ve been living for,
ignore the insipid, rotten core,
a trivial status, forsaken lore,
take it down and beg for more!
Yes, take it down and beg for gore!

Inane compunctions,
a plethora of dysfunctions,
caress the devil at your back,
misuse the angle that you lack,
and swallow down this alkaline-
the electricity will blow your mind-
abandon all your hopes and dreams
for they are “all we seem to see.”

And, quote that damn raven “Nevermore,”
a sorrowful song for Poe’s lost Lenore,
and Shakespeare, too he’s down in hell
repenting for all the lies he sells
of fair old Romeo and Juliet,
the happy Montagues and Capulets,
along with them is dear old Seuss-
a child favorite lost after youth.
They say he died of pure heartache,
but I believe life was too much for him to take…

To read the lies between the lines,
or pretend what you see is fine,
take your pick, I’ll let you know,
that green is stop, and red is go.
look past the signs, past your grasp,
grab hold of that feeling and make it last,
and I’ll share one more though- advice if you will:
never live life for bittersweet thrills.

“I’ve got some friends, some I hardly know,”
and that all means baggage too heavy to tow.
But each day was worth the struggle to live
when I realized they were here to love and to give,
and “we’ve had times I wouldn’t trade,”
because I know those memories will not fade.

Death is a beauty you’ll meet when you must,
but do not wish it upon ashes and dust,
those you’ve abandoned in all of the fuss,
everyone whoever prayed for your trust.
Don’t misplace love in this hole,
Don’t give up, don’t let angst take its toll.
You’ll know what its like to love and to lose,
and there will be times when you have to choose
weather you should be living with all the people you do,
or simply if you should live life for you.

And, if you so choose, to walk into dread,
maybe its true- you deserve to be dead.

Accept this as truth, these words of my soul,
take them to heart- it’s okay to be bold.