11 years...(small revision)

Broken to the point,

 I ache.

Tremble at the sound

Of thunder screams, the steps I take,

are bent so low, I bow.

Throbbing,
 hollow shadows fill my head
with muddy clouds,
Made of lies, and fears, and dying dreams
Where is the darkness now?

Searching for sanctuary,
 I pray for a release.
Bleeding, begging, hoping,
For new song that I can sing.

I search for paths,
 I can't find the way.
I'm filled with so much shame.
Learning what fate becomes,
when labor is refrained.

each and every day,
"You're just a bitch,
give me my way."
Then I shutter,
my heartbeat stutters,
No gain comes from my pain

Fear is your friend

Faith says death is the beginning.

Death says he's the end.

But hope tells us the ending,

is where our destiny begins.

And if the first two are lies,

and the last can't be changed,

Then hope may define,

why our lives are mundane.

You see,

Hope,

is the enemy.

and,

fear is your friend.

Because hope leaves you waiting,

but fear helps you win.

  MORAL OF THE STORY:
 Fear makes adrenaline-Adrenaline helpls you survive-

and hope, well hope is just a word victims use

♥ Stay weird.

The Lie of Hope&Fear

If a scar is just a memory,

then a tear must be the same.

They tell you fear can't hurt you,

even though you're covered in proof of the pain.

And while agony bleeds through your eyes,

and you choke on the force of their lies,

You make memories on your wrists,

and decorate your fists,

because the well of hope in your eyes,

has run dry.

If pain is how one becomes strong,

then strength can be gained from a song.

The cadence of heartache, blasphemy, and hatred.

Is what gives most of us the might to go on.