My Growing Addiction

Shrouded in a cloud of mystery
You’re the one who’s dear to me
There is nothing I can do
To break this rapture I hold in you
Spinning your web you ensnare my mind
Writhing in pain you leave me behind
To endure this burning within my soul
I put you down to merely a roll
Of false security
To which I retreat ever increasingly

Do They - second after sams death

Do they smell the old wounds?
Do they hear the distant cries?
Of loved ones lost before
And so they take those left to die
The ones around us fall
To this life of uncertainty
Bending to the final call
For their last shot at immortality
Wishing this curse would go away
Run and leave me here
Released from this constant pain
Let another drown in unfamiliar tears

untitled following sams death

The idle stream of people
Briskly walking by
Never stopping,
Never knowing,
Never asking why,
This little body
Small and fragile
Motionless on the floor,
Tore the gut out of the whore.
It’s happening again
I don’t know why
Pain and suffering, my distant friends
Living barely to keep a life