COME TALK TO ME
Come talk to me and tell me that my fears will not come true.
Rekindle the love that we once had and tell me that I should no longer be blue and that my darkest dream will never haunt my thoughts and the tears that drain my soul of its will may be gone forevermore.
Come talk to me and tell me that everything will be all right.
Tell me that you love me and nothing will hurt me for the rest of my life and that your humor and laughter will hold me above the strife and humiliation of life's cruel jokes and my soul will be healed by your touch.
Come talk to me and tell me that there is still hope for me.
Tell me that my world will right itself and I will be placed in the highest esteem that one could be placed in and I will overcome this hardship that I face and you will be by my side for ever and we will always be together.
Come talk to me and give me a reason to go through this hell.
Tell me that life is worth every hardship you go through and that
once we go through it our lives will be touched as never before and the love that we have for each other will survive even the worst assault upon our beings and that no matter what we will always have each other.
PAINFUL KNOWLEDGE
The loneliness is closing in, it's dark and void of life,
It lets the anger take control, and causes all the strife.
The anger is engulfing me, and no one hears the call,
The tears they flow incessantly, and no one hears them fall.
Icy fingers hold my hand, anxiety draws a thin line,
There seems no out of this in, my soul has lost its mind.
This pain is hard to put away, this hurt sure takes it's toll,
Fears they come much quicker now, drowning my tortured soul.
Shadows are surrounding me, so black and bleak and blind,
The path they take has no control, and neither does my mind.
The darkness is so very cold, it takes my breath away,
Indeed my death no one will mourn, and hell will have me stay.
This life I can no longer bear, all hope is lost for me,
Journeys end comes swiftly now, and I am left to be.
This painful knowledge is exact, it knows not how to die,
My life goes on in deep remorse, and I know not why.
Senseless Sanity
The streets are shrouded in darkness and the
Fireflies, flickering fretfully forlorn,
Sputter around the lampposts of my mind.
I walk, mindless of the bloody streams that are
Shivering, slowly slipping sideways,
Through the sprite invested alleys of my soul.
The voices call out to come play in the dark
Whispering wretchedly wicked words,
That only the dead and doomed can hear.
Skeleton birds fly high with immortal wings,
Determination daunting despairing dastards
From sour and rotting remains of the past.
This place is one which you do not speak,
Fearing frightful flagellation forever
With dying flowers of scarlet to adorn your grave.
My mind, now a prison of sorrows, plays
Torturous transparent trivial tricks,
Wrapping me in a veil of senseless sanity.
