A World in A Shade of Purple Haze – A POEM

That world which we did not see,
Could not see, beyond our noses,
Our eyes wide shut,
Feelings, a worthless emotion,
Of love,
Versus hate,
That world we are born into,
Dying from the start,
In a fucked up place,
We are,
In our mind’s eye,
An infection wandering through,
That mindless place in space.

A trumpet plays,
Oh dear song,
Not sung,
By a choir,
Or a single voice,
Into that night,
We raged,
Our fists held high,
Into the storm it played,
A song,
A song,
We did not hear,
But felt in a different place.

The masses flowed through the line,
Down the way,
The sacred song did play,
A beautiful serenade,
Into oblivion,
We did play.

The lights go down,
The curtain rises,
The play is about to begin,
The trumpet plays.

The world, a sinful place,
Fucked up,
Drizzle rain,
We my friends, do not need a knife,
For we have guns.

There, in the moonlight,
The light plays trickery,
A dance an illusion,
The wind our partner,
Taking us away,
Into sweet bliss,
Our grave our final bed,
Good night my sweet life,
Till we meet again, I say,
Good night!

Growing even in the Dark – A Poem

Murdering worthless promises,
Over complicating trust,
To fear the love,
To hate the truth,
Mother Mary,
Whispering,
Into the wind,
Screaming into the world,
To hear,
That misery,
Killing our souls,
To see the beauty die,
To see the ugliness grow,
To flourish,
Even in the light,
A worthless world indeed,
My only friend,
That darkness building,
Trust me,
The rage builds,
Silently,
Growing even in the dark.

Another mind fuck of my own self – A BROKEN FAIRY TALE – A POEM

I wear a broken crown inside a broken fairy tale

A BROKEN FAIRY TALE – ACT ONE: I wear a broken crown inside a broken fairy tale, that sweet misery, a cut into my soul, a whisper into the storm, raging inside my head.

I ripped Heaven, that evil place, from my broken mind,
Replace it, so gently with harshest intents, with Hell,
And uncontrolled rage,
Spit from my fingers to the page,
You might, without malicious intent, enjoy my pain,
But, kind people, you will not enjoy my hate,
My fist of rage,
Pounding into your mind.

I, dear friend, have been cursed,
Doesn’t matter how hard I try,
No matter how hard I pray,
To whatever God shall listen today,
A muddle of suicidal tendencies,
Regrets,
Wrapped in homicidal rage,
Madness, oh dear sweet love, hidden behind that mask I wear,
Society does not know,
Showing only happiness,
Sanity,
Joy,
Oh fucking Joy!

Listen, oh so carefully, to the sound of the dying inside,
To want, oh dear world, to be like that normal person,
But I dare ask, what is considered normal?
I pretend, in spirit if not in mind, to be alright,
But in reality,
I am a false image of that reality.

I try, oh how I try, to run away,
From that place,
Running, madly, screaming, into the blackness,
Trying to escape,
From this reality,
But instead,
Falling further down the rabbit hole.

I want to be in another place,
Maybe in another time,
I’ll be good like you pretend to be.

I hate what I have become,
What was I suppose to do?
Dead inside,
A soulless husk,
A broken fairy tale,
Good bye,
Fuck you cruel world.

There will be no peaceful revolution,
A bloodless resolution,
The resolution shall be televised.

I am not a robot,
I am not a machine,
I feel like shit,
In this meat jacket,
I feel worthless,
Fuck this shit,
Fuck this life,
Fuck you, you piece of shit,
Breathing increases,
The damage cannot be undone,
This life is done.

I am better than this,
I am better than you,
Break the mirror,
There is something inside me,
Wanting to live,
Wanting to die,
Wanting to destroy,
Wanting to create.