I have no advice for you my friend
Apart from – I have been to the darkness
And came back better.
I saw the lowest a soul can get
While still breathing
And survived to tell my story.
We are unique and so is our escape.
Place a hand in front of the other
And find your key,
The one aspect of you
That unlocks the trapdoor of emptiness,
Brings a warmth to the cold corner
To which you sit.
I have no advice for you my friend
Apart from don’t believe in the four sides
That holds you.
There is more to life than being stuck,
Living behind the eyes
With the illusion
Life resembles an black box.
You are a spark among many,
So show your unique colour
And I promise,
You will no longer question or doubt,
Your ability to rise.
Body aching and the mind sore
Affects of liquid draining sorrows, from nights before
Soul stretched out, glaring at the weeks pain
Flickers of memories being rabid and vain
Effects worn off, mind takes in reality
Pain relief worn away, chemical glass half empty
Beginning of the wèek like a deep mist
Plodding in deeper, mind hitting fist
Hate being in the middle, all my life there
Can taste the weeks flavour, thoughts have no flair
Mind pulling in and away, forcing a strain
Wishing my life away; a life built on pain
One more sleepless night until sorrows drowned
Chemical suppressant lined up and downed
Today caught in limbo, half searching soul
Jumping forward, alert, no complete control
Guilt of past had, now long forgotten
Head looking forward, heart scent of rotten
Endless feelings of waves of waste
Mental and physical leaving bad taste
Wake with the curse, enjoyment and regret
Remembering some, others hard to forget
Body and soul forever spinning round
Drill in the mind, pain with no sound
Two nights of fun, memory wipe drinking
Truth hard to swallow, soul slowly sinking
Friends have an edge, a look, and a tone
The worst part is feeling completely alone
Man said ‘I will listen’
But hear he does not,
A trampled soul shouts for mortality
The world falls deaf,
A false leap is threatened
The crowd go blind,
We drain the rivers
After the soul has drowned,
Pump the stomach
When life is empty,
And break down bridges
To bury the skeleton.
Local guilt heals with time
And becomes no crime,
In the aftermath signs were seen
And remorse takes over.
At this point
‘Ask for help’ they say
But fear suffocates any voice
And even though
Life is at half mast
Balanced on the tip of no return
Hope falls heavily to the side of silence,
Irrationality persuades the mind
To now just save the breath,
Use final energy to rebound fear
Summon a last act of courage,
Find peace in the unknown
And walk closer to death.
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.
Giant footsteps brings me close
To the running water of gold
An endless stream of choice
Where life can be brought and sold.
My face turned stagnant in the waves
Tell me, am I me still?
Drowning alive has withdrawn my face
My reflection sizing up the kill.
Sinking as a dropping stone
Forever laid alive and cold
Wash away the sins I’ve made
My saviour this running water of gold.
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.
No-one speaks of the son
The true pick pocket of the mind
The embezzler of certainty
Who mocks the deaf and blind
Though master keeps the throne
The aire runs the house
Faceless threat of the scare dimension
Who strung his kids and spouse
Escape never earned
No retreat, only forward
Scarring for the returned
Whipping for a coward
As mortal life is sucked
You die imagining of fairy tales
Reality smells of torture
Of crucifixion from rusty nails
Death bed made in plain sight
Implants dreams of no tomorrow
Sleep tight on pools of blood
A grave so deep and shallow.