• Its...


    Its sleepless midnight pacing, muttering to ones self
    its that burning in your chest you cant escape
    Its that throbbing in your temples to match that aching in your chest
    its the purest form of suffering and pain you'll ever know
    Its like drinking down strait cyanide and coming back for seconds
    soak your flesh and gasoline and set yourself aflame
    its the heightened sense of clarity and sensory perception
    makes you wonder if need to be shut away like your insane
    its the anger and the passion the screams at nothing in the silence
    that silence like a poison that goes coursing though your veins
    its the bloody skin that’s broken from the punches on the brick wall
    its the desperation that makes you drop down to your knees and cry
    its countless times you start to speak then trail away in silence
    there again that silence that cuts just like a blade
    its the midnight day daydreams that come haunting ever present
    its the echo of your voice as you call out her name

    Its a torment bread in softness, an addiction plain and clear, more intoxicating than the whisky more addictive than cocaine
    Its the drug trip ever lasting the high that just wont fade
    its the magic of a moment on a whispered word "goodnight"
    its the thorns that bite with roses, that make you want them more
    its the angry fights that make you want to scream to prove your sane
    its the afterwards that matters, as you lie amid the crossfire
    taking tally of the damage as you check your vital signs
    and as you drag yourself to stand again you find out that your smiling
    and that you love her all the more...you’re a slave...hers...for all time

    "Love inset all faith trust and pixy dust, its the knock down drag out scream at the top of your lungs fight for your life, that rollercoaster that takes your to the brink of death and back that makes you want to go again just to get that rush, its that still smile that you feel even as your heart bleeds out and you know that even though your right your wrong, you want to stand and make your play but then again you know you've lost, forfeit your hand already because you know she’s the master of the game"