A chat up line!

Lady, you got a fire in your eyes that scares me something good, so I figure the least I can do is buy you a drink

A Word on Rage/A Warning on Repression

The vessel hath cracked
The demons will out
And flow like rivers of ash

Left again, Lost and Found

A heavy hit to the heart that never quite healed
A bitch of a break that will never be bridged or sealed

That old poison called love
That old demon
You left me again
And yet for you I’m longing
To drive the dagger in deeper

To sample the pain on which I thrive

A Quick step out of hell, a Fox Trot into heaven

One step forward

One step back

A hot step to dodge the bullet

A quick pivot to dodge the blade

A double jump out the frying pan

A snap back out of the flames

The demons on the dancefloor

Are hot stepping it like a beast

The angels looking sweeter

Even if the club is hotter than hell

So one step forward

And two steps back

For the art of survival

Is a feat of footwork

To impress John Travolta himself!

Fated for a Fail

There’s an eye in the mirror

A beast in its glare

The fiery pits that burn there

Are akin to the place I lost my soul

And ain’t no one left to care

If my gaze turns a hotter shade of crimson

A brighter flare of rage

The reason you caught my eye in the mirror

A damned scary stare

That’s between you and the fork tongued guy downstairs

Scribbles on a page, Words lost to paper

My tears must remain silent

As a suffering eternal will by time be bide

Until the day of a self imposed act so final

Puts an end to this existence so cruel

Unless life finds itself a conscious

And finally pays the bill

An army of lies, in a Depressive’s Eyes

Eyes lie
Smiles deceive
A mind much twisted
Behind a face so kind
What hell it perceives
Is but a shadow in the corner of my eye
And when the normal are no longer
I can face the truth that only the damned can conceive

Until once more
Eyes are called to lie
A smile to deceive

A Drink I had, Editted as recomended by another blogger!

He reached out a glass my depression did

I felt at home with every condemning sip

And if a dagger in my demons hand appears

In my defence a simple truth I shall repeat

Without my unhappiness your quest is void

The life you have on my sadness you have built

Now pour me another and let us chat some more

My soul is heavy with regret and the hour is late

Merry Jigs in the Halls of Hell

I’m doing a merry jig to my own grave

When I should be running like a bat out of hell

From the hideous grin of my own demise

The big red button that so wonderfully shines

Rivalling the temptation of original sin

The Cliff: Motivational Poster!