Birth is wonderous beginnings
Fear is in the leaving
Thoughts prey on fickle minds
Bringing truth to on-high believing
Love won’t send for the reaper
Death will scare the fear
Compassion excites misty hope
Killings just so clear
Are we blind to concern
Selfish towards our end
Living is constant moments
After-death, is just pretend.
Crack an egg with flippant innocence
Yolk pours out as blood
Run towards a hopeful resurgence
End face down, into the mud
Crawl to find a crowded peace
Drag breakages up so steep
Cries of help welcomed and received
Who cares who sees you weep.
Split second collapse takes the wind
Falling down upon the sword
Disfigurement will never rescind
Never perfect, always flawed
Once I sat and thought alone
Fears dormant in the head, never spoken
Now I view my offset bone
Terrified, it’s not just my mind that’s broken.
When sat alone
With the weight of blood
Panicked in solitude
Restricted from external wounds
Do we cry,
Or lie down upon the sympathy?
Voicing the same tale
To heighten ears
Imagining on empathic fears
Which soon dies
From curious eyes.
The scars of eternity sparks interest
To unknown generations
Seeking if the whispers are truth.
They are, if not worse,
Bones were cracked
Shock crushed the breath,
The story revealed forever wrapped in light
How close we were to death.
It’s peace as in death
No dreams or feeling
Surgery sends the mind
Breathing though vacant in thought.
Split second coma
Opens the conscious
Letting the present seep out
Keeping pain away.
Fate in surgeons hands
The fear dying in silent mystery
Surrender myself to a higher power
I am yours to mend or destroy.
Awoken by strangers after long hours
Wiping free the blood from stains
Of the stitches which tell the story
Why metal was wrapped around veins.
Reaching out to a gift
So high the guardians sit on clouds,
A emerald sky emanating so much light
Even the kings are forced to bow.
Emotions hallucinate with such glory
Celebrate and dance with relief,
Grief has been their prisoner for so long
Torturing the emptiness of belief.
Life is first only to choice
Freedom conquering death,
Eyes forced to view in perspective
The lost souls, our loss would of left.
It’s not for us equals to judge
How connected ties choose to live,
Selfish minds will always act to survive
All we can do is forgive.
A thought ‘What if,
Revealed as A gift
From the devil,
Once hearing the words
They can’t be unheard.
Statement for the foolish
Whose beliefs fall inside comfort,
Where only black and white exists
Living Joy swapped for awkwardness
Motivated and elated
Until intrusive doubt hits,
Irrational thoughts whisper
‘What if, what if’
Spoiling a moment on high
Disfiguring the feeling
Of laughing to a cry
Humour swamped by fear,
Freedom put in pockets
Until the unsuspecting host
Lays in wait for a chemical reprieve
From a biological resolution
A Pill to recieve.
When tablets run dry
Whose there to clear the sky
From the blue clouds,
Frustrated on a belief so false
Constantly Irritates general functions,
The guilt hurts the most
Unsuspectingly the will gives in,
It Surrenders to the voices
That bring emotions of doom
To the places where you once sang,
The choice from this time
Is not whether to run or fight,
Curl up and freeze,
Its whether to jump or hang
When do you set an addict free
She asked herself
To be free of the pain
And let the mouth finally run dry
When the blood is Polluted
To the point of evaporation
And spills from every orifice,
The tank is full
When denial is life
And words on repeat,
Do we break away
And let our safety release
When once bright eyes
Look back vacant and cold
Is it now the time
To let the stranger go
No more lying or living pretend
Own now your Destiny of how it will end
Reach my dear, reach to the stars
Drift high so the addict will fade,
Though the body will wither and die
Your soul at least, will be saved.