Daily battle

When you look in the mirror what do you see?
Have you conquered the demons, obstacles, failures....?
Or is it still a daily battle?


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Even The Best Fall Sometimes

Once again they're starting to slowly wash over me
Those soft shadows of depression that no one else can see.
I can feel it simmering deep down inside
The urge to cut and burn until I have new scars to hide.
It seems every time I start to think I'm healed, that my wounds have all been treated and nursed
My monster awakens within me, once again reminding me how I'm truly cursed.
While I try my best to keep control, try to ignore that overwhelming desire
He looks for his special tools, preparing to sate his thirst with blood and fire.
On the outside nothing has changed, and it looks like everything is alright
But inside I'm struggling to keep these chains off, struggling to win this fight.
I know I've improved; throughout the months I've won more, I've gotten stronger
But there's still many days I just want to let him take control, so I don't have to fight another second longer.
Maybe it's wrong to want that, but sometimes I simply don't have the energy to care
That's when he usually comes out, and begins to play and play, until the smell of burning flesh rises in the air.
Even when he doesn't come out, he still enjoys fighting me, trying to break my will
Part of him even likes that I'm stronger, because it gives him a challenge, which for him adds to the thrill.
I must continue to fight this battle, that I know all too well
I just wish I knew if this will ever end, but I guess that's something that only time will tell.

ME'RE DISPOSITION

Back to basics, feel my roots
Earthly footprints, bare my soils uncouth

White lights kiss the sky
Beacon rays of infinite woe
A gifted purpose misdemeanour
Bless'ed curse, kept under stow

Elementary my dear
With a dysfunctional view
Bitter sweet the anomaly
Tardy timings ruled true

Tortured lips sink in song
Distant words, the kill of the night
Rouge tides speak in tongue
To awaken the world, or sleep forever in plyth.

Death by love

I stand over a dead body of a lifeless man
He has no heart or soul and his eyes are sad within
I struggle with this image that lays before me
Believe he is better off dead than to live this sin
 
The struggles this man must have faced
life executed as the darkness settled in
Changing him so slowly he never had a chance
What could have gone wrong for this to begin
 
eyes widening as my breath is taken away
image blinding me as I fall to my knees
The dead body I am looking at is myself
I panic and struggle of how this can be
 
I have killed myself echoes though my mind
but hear I stand alive and healthy
This is a message to remember for eternity
This corpse is what once enslaved me
 
The soulless carcass that once bound me
Fought a good fight but I will remain free
Free from its grasp as I remember this day
The day I broke the chains of my misery
 
Never to fall victim of my own worst enemy
It not the worlds fault I let it change me  
I am grateful for this love that killed me
The love that held me so tight I broke free
 
This love was Me
unconditionally loving Me
 
 
 

BDD



Broken eyes, distorted view,
paled blame.
Disavow truth over thought,
play the game.

Depleting inside,
stealing beauty in broken eyes,
crushed from the vision
that replaces with lies.

Succumb, to tears that bleed
upon a reflection,
behind sight that holds onto,
every imperfection.

Come undone once again,
to paled blame,
It is all in the spectate
of a thought that plays a game.

Chained to the mirror of a,
mental block.  A hostage to,
a flawed perception,
doors securely locked.

Depleting inside,
stealing beauty unrealised.
Disavow truth over thought,
torn from the mind that cried.

Monsters in the Mirror


Monsters live in the mirror

I see them every day

I can’t see my reflection

Cuz there always in the way



Silently they’re haunting me

With there lies they’re taunting me

Making me believe

That no ones ever really wanting me



There’s a man in the mirror that’s a stranger to me

I feel like he may even be a danger to me

And I think its even stranger to see

The mirror man and me do not always agree



This man is but a mirrored mirage

Put together like a strange collage

Creating illusions of reality



He’s a Bogart taking many shapes

Within a glass he can’t escape

A real life he can only imitate

Now this man is imitating me



When I walk away does he disappear?

Does he only exist if I am near?

Or maybe he just goes to become someone else’s fear



A parallel universe exists

Inside the mirror with a twist

He might be my reflection

But maybe I am his



Maybe he’s plotting against me

He’ll rise up and I will then be

His puppet slave to copy him obediently

While my life is taken from me

I’m doomed to watch while he becomes me



Mirror mirror on the wall

How I wish that you would fall

For on the floor what I would see is

Shattered demons ripped to pieces

...

That mirror
Shattered in my mind but whole in my hand
the lies it screams out at me
demons I can't chase away
all come flooding back in memories

To see me you'd think I have it perfect
no troubles and no past
but you'd be wrong to assume that
I've been hurt and broken
and that made me hate myself

I think I'm terribly hideous
a disgrace to humanity
crystal blue eyes hide dangerous notions
a beautiful smile- I grin and bear it

I wanted to be a model, and I was told I could be
but then perfection grew farther and farther away from reality
I wanted to be a singer, and hardly anyone believed in me
so I thought I just wasn't good enough
never good enough
but my mind was playing tricks

Every day is still a battle
a war I have not won
but I'm struggling, recovering
finding love in the embrace of my best friend
hope in those same eyes
believing in me, when I can't believe in myself
teaching me that I'm not done
even thought my nightmares still haunt

                                                 Has Been Given
             
                                             Tears fall down my eyes
                                             emotionally attached
                                             these tears ain't mine
                                             I feel my sisters cry
                                             I hide in a closet
                                             running away
                                             I fight
                                             I ignore it with all my might
                                             I just want a normal life
                                             Destined to feel others pain
                                             It's insane
                                             no one to blame
                                             Who am I kidding
                                             A Clairsentient gift
                                             has been given                                

                         

Oceans Of Whiskey

Today the whiskey dried up  
fuck I feel so dry inside  
drinking beers to fill me  
 
pissing every twenty minutes  
without getting off all filler  
no climax  
 
it didn't take me to that place of magic  
where my brain is turned to mush  
forgetting for a moment the death march i'm on  
 
on a good whiskey day I get pissed  
three sheets to the wind  
crawling to my room  
 
where I fall off the bed in the middle of the night  
unlucky I didn't bash my skull and end it all  
the pied piper calling to me  
 
drink, swill get lost in another world  
one where i'm not socially inept  
a place where things make sense  
 
somewhere I can forget  
the pain that fillets my innards  
tears at my being  
 
I wake in the morning and sneak a drink  
trying so hard to hide the fact that i'm drunk by ten am  
slurring my words no one is fooled  
 
the truth is I love being a drunk  
it makes me feel alive  
even with a slow death breathing down my neck  
 
bottoms up, cheers and all that  
today was a bad day  
no oceans of whiskey to get lost in  
 
i've never felt so empty  

In A Box



Tell me again, how I’ve got it wrong.
The liturgy plays endlessly in my head
but I’m sure you have your finger on it.


Tell me how my patience is transparent
with wear, and how I forget the milk.
I’m sure I meant to ride to work today…


Tell me the world is hard, and to grow
a thicker skin, for when they put the knives in.
I need epiphany in a box, so wrap it up to go.

[b]The wasted years [b]

Me, I blew it, threw it all away
four and a half miles
after the start gun sounded  
stopped for a rest and a packet of numb
launched myself to the stratosphere
stayed there far too long
because everything was well gone
'fore I fell back to earth

ah, it's an old song
plays along with no originality
and I guess what is, will always be
until the hard work is done