Sleep In Me
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The madness has taken me far from the safety of my crib… countless battle scars have marked the innocence of my creation. Lost in a deep ravine of ignorance.
I have drowned the inner child in the shallowest of depths and held his body as the light left his eyes.
Futile attempt of creating happiness.
I’ve lost the will to appease my higher self…
Lost in the shadowy forest of my past the future has been starved by my own neglect and I think I have run to far to get home… a tree house lost in the clouds.
Depression is by far my longest friend, she is a whore with no intention of pleasure.
Because no matter what I say, as furious as I can get, in moments of despair screaming at it to just let go, to push and pull, to fight to the very last breath, to beat her to her knees…
She always comes back and shares my bed with me…
I’m in love with the blackness deep inside.
The flameless torch I use in my search for immoral depravity…
Intrigued?
I am what I have always meant to be.
A seeker of Immortal purification and bringer of negative instigation.
The thinness of skin.... Superficial and insubstantial. Tattoos paint the picture of what I never used to be.
I am driven to betray my soul in the lack luster existence I have found myself, divine inspiration to walk away.
A crack in the levee of purity… Over flow, back wash…
I am so far removed from the meaning of my being I have nothing to give as I have never been shown… anything to love. When I asked for salvation I was shown to the door… Who am I to wallow in doubt and what does it matter to God… Time on this earth is nothing but moments of heart break waiting to happen… I have lived too long on this path, it matters to no one for nothing I say holds any credit for the madness has taken hold of me and I fear that the drama of this life is calling for the last act. An encore would be an abomination.
I am hunting for the remnants of my child hood the pieces of my shattered family and the love I knew was there but quite never experienced I need to find the pieces of my mind.
I have poisoned the water from the well that was handed to me by the mother of us all and as I have said for too many years, I wish not to remember. What is the meaning of the life that I have chosen.
Piece of mind is where you will find yourself, a mirror if you will… Shattered by the fist of my father the hand that never reached out to soothe me…
I have lost some pieces, others have faded away, yet
Like pieces of the puzzle, cuts like a blue cold razor blade.
Pieces of mind lost in the wind and out of sight behind the clouds.
Pieces of my puzzle found in the dust under the house in an old paperboard box.
Pieces of my mind I lost for a reason and wish not to find.
Pieces of my puzzle handed back to me by a dear old friend.
Pieces of my mind soaked in tears, molded and gave birth to new life forms.
Pieces of my puzzle dipped in acid and handed out to strangers in a crowd.
Pieces of my mind taken from old story books.
Pieces of mind like the links in a chain, the chain that separates the wolves from the flock.
Let the pieces drown in the empty space let them die with dignity.
Let the desolation and silence keep them down… Tears and sorrow drown out the sound of the pieces of my mind screaming…redemption, purification, solitude, sanctity and resolution.
Pieces of my mind locked in photos of something that I don’t need to see…
Pieces of my puzzle… a picture lost in time.
Pieces of time in a moment of ecstasy heed not the fears of intuition let them be… eternal friendship has no parley in a war of words… pieces of my mind, puzzle pieces, too many different pieces have I found from too many lives and others memories, who am I?
Come the paper cuts from being too gentle…
Pieces of mind, just left to be attended to in the morning, like a simple little wound that festers and takes your life.
Rotting little pieces of my puzzle left out in the rain… pieces that no one cared to cherish…
The pieces of my mind left to the four seasons… I will never find those little things that made me.
These are the pieces of my soul that have simply died…
I have drowned the inner child in the shallowest of depths and held his body as the light left his eyes.
Futile attempt of creating happiness.
I’ve lost the will to appease my higher self…
Lost in the shadowy forest of my past the future has been starved by my own neglect and I think I have run to far to get home… a tree house lost in the clouds.
Depression is by far my longest friend, she is a whore with no intention of pleasure.
Because no matter what I say, as furious as I can get, in moments of despair screaming at it to just let go, to push and pull, to fight to the very last breath, to beat her to her knees…
She always comes back and shares my bed with me…
I’m in love with the blackness deep inside.
The flameless torch I use in my search for immoral depravity…
Intrigued?
I am what I have always meant to be.
A seeker of Immortal purification and bringer of negative instigation.
The thinness of skin.... Superficial and insubstantial. Tattoos paint the picture of what I never used to be.
I am driven to betray my soul in the lack luster existence I have found myself, divine inspiration to walk away.
A crack in the levee of purity… Over flow, back wash…
I am so far removed from the meaning of my being I have nothing to give as I have never been shown… anything to love. When I asked for salvation I was shown to the door… Who am I to wallow in doubt and what does it matter to God… Time on this earth is nothing but moments of heart break waiting to happen… I have lived too long on this path, it matters to no one for nothing I say holds any credit for the madness has taken hold of me and I fear that the drama of this life is calling for the last act. An encore would be an abomination.
I am hunting for the remnants of my child hood the pieces of my shattered family and the love I knew was there but quite never experienced I need to find the pieces of my mind.
I have poisoned the water from the well that was handed to me by the mother of us all and as I have said for too many years, I wish not to remember. What is the meaning of the life that I have chosen.
Piece of mind is where you will find yourself, a mirror if you will… Shattered by the fist of my father the hand that never reached out to soothe me…
I have lost some pieces, others have faded away, yet
Like pieces of the puzzle, cuts like a blue cold razor blade.
Pieces of mind lost in the wind and out of sight behind the clouds.
Pieces of my puzzle found in the dust under the house in an old paperboard box.
Pieces of my mind I lost for a reason and wish not to find.
Pieces of my puzzle handed back to me by a dear old friend.
Pieces of my mind soaked in tears, molded and gave birth to new life forms.
Pieces of my puzzle dipped in acid and handed out to strangers in a crowd.
Pieces of my mind taken from old story books.
Pieces of mind like the links in a chain, the chain that separates the wolves from the flock.
Let the pieces drown in the empty space let them die with dignity.
Let the desolation and silence keep them down… Tears and sorrow drown out the sound of the pieces of my mind screaming…redemption, purification, solitude, sanctity and resolution.
Pieces of my mind locked in photos of something that I don’t need to see…
Pieces of my puzzle… a picture lost in time.
Pieces of time in a moment of ecstasy heed not the fears of intuition let them be… eternal friendship has no parley in a war of words… pieces of my mind, puzzle pieces, too many different pieces have I found from too many lives and others memories, who am I?
Come the paper cuts from being too gentle…
Pieces of mind, just left to be attended to in the morning, like a simple little wound that festers and takes your life.
Rotting little pieces of my puzzle left out in the rain… pieces that no one cared to cherish…
The pieces of my mind left to the four seasons… I will never find those little things that made me.
These are the pieces of my soul that have simply died…
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