Camatose

Yet again,
these pits of hell,
grip me tightly ’round my neck,
it’s a love song, it’s a spell,
feel this pain spread in my chest.
I slip into my comatose,
heavy, medicated sleep,
a thousand needles, head to toe,
as the night grows dark and deep.
There’s no escape and no salvation
from this illness I possess,
It’s a cage and I’m a beast,
held in captive and possessed.

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Deaths sweet, soothing lullaby

While it’s quiet,
and spirits dance around me while I cry,
I hear so often in the night,
Death’s sweet, soothing lullaby.

It sings about the knot,
and the rope you use to tie it,
it sings about the freedom,
it knows that you are tired.

It sings about the buildings,
ones that stand up tall,
about the flight that comes with them,
about the moment when it ends it all.

I hear it’s silky undertone,
It’s begging me to try,
I’m in no two minds,
this was the last time I heard,
death’s sweet, soothing lullaby.

Heavy Artillery

Words don’t hurt, until you cut deep,

Until you can see the bone.

Until those words repeat,

Like a broken cassette tape, stuck on one loop,

Until you start to grow insane.

A chamber of echoes now becomes my space,

The demons now dance and laugh in my face,

They rejoice.

I have been defeated,

No heavy artillery needed.

Just words for bullets, the mightiest weapon,

So I stepped down, gave up and conceded.