Submissions by Morphine (Nikki is Tradgicomical)

You are the keeper of pain
A lost face in the window frame
Theres solemn sillhouettes in your eyes
of a forgotten life, lost love, and past lives
Oh dear Jane doe, what have you done
to make them have you running on the run
Is that corner safe enough for you to hide?
or is the key to the locked door suicide?
I hear him stomping up the ground...
...his voice is raising and it is loud
My heart is pounding and on my chest is compression
His arm is flying and on my everything is his aggression
Oh dear lord, make this his last and only harmful...

I want somebody to ask me
I want somebody to say
Are you alright
Honey, its okay
But daddys long gone
And mommys on her way
To getting lung cancer
And not waking up today
All I need is an answer
To my desperate pleas
To help me back up
Instead of leave me on my knees
An inch close to foster care
A lifetime until somebodys there
A few steps away from death
And this torture to take my breath
You've taken how I see
So look me in the socket
Dont you see sincerety?
The last door, you've locked it
I need my life back...

I have a plan to run away
To go somewhere Im not welcome
Im not welcome here anyway
and anywhere I go peace is seldom
Who has the bravery to be detatched
from a mother who is dieng
and a family that needs patched
But Im going to walk out this door
alone with nothing but myself
And walk until I can walk no more
and purposely forget whats left

Dear therapist, I know you expect me to spill myself

But what if my insides are rotting out like a corpse
And I cant speak cause all the screamings left me hoarse
The only thing that keeps you listening is $7 an hour
But please Im begging just explain to me how or
Tell me why Im so fucking fucked like a sitting duck
Exposed to all their evil, so far Im living cause of luck
I would've tied the rope if your fat ass wasn't in the way
With the social workers bothering me day after day
Telling me lies that fill my dreams, that its going to be okay
They...

This cold depressing dark
is the winters aching hug
Where I make my mark
wont involve any drug
The green leaves are changing
into colorless shades of brown
Here I begin my silent raging
and start spirling down
The cold surrounds the ground
as the seasons fall down around
my lifeless hollow body
The only things that have me
are the maggots and melancholy