damiandevonshire

I sit, I cry, I live in this confusion, A pain so deep angels fuel my examination, A damnation sitting court with devils as gods watch mocking. Unrealistic reality contemplating loves grandeur. Asking for answers but meant with silence wanting to taste a crimson release, Loading shells and sharpening blades cause self respect is all that's left Screaming slippery for help among this crowd of strangers losing site of the man in the mirror, Feeling pride diminish a self worth thought ego, My life's purpose lost typing tears back cause advice is worthless as souls bleed, yearning for that old release. A sent of crimson denied far to long. Brok

Doomed, Simply a gloom over my heart, This mask I can't wear. How I wish I could, How I wish I could be the one to make you smile, The one to make u laugh, dance and motivated. Moving winds of change it seems I failed. Becoming more burden then prudent, More lost then found, A ghost instead of relevant, This silent whisper of distain, Witnessing others behind your eyes, Wondering all you say is lies. Alone weeping screaming in silence, Unsure if left is right or right down and left up. A pause in time confused in the undertow of glearing eyes and dreamless sleep. Again wishing upon stars in cloud filled nights. Cause how I wish I had answ

I'm tired of this voice, This sound ringing in my head, The screaming, kicking, nagging sound of defeat. Only to look in her eyes and see the disgust, the hatred the apathy disguised empathy, Falling prey to this self divulged pit of despair, Running rampet in my mind at all times, A nightmare I can't escape and one you refuse see. Asking for help with the confines between matches of the life you by it alone, Accused of all and diluted within, Unable to see a positive outcome where you chose.me, Sitting within the crosshairs of your absent personality claiming innocence upon of neglect. Yet casting stones like faiths loathsome apostle, Using

30, wow. Milestone for the kid they thought be dead, Lost, shattered and beaten by time. Though still standing tall, scarred and all. Looking around at the tombs of those forgotten, A stone for these wounds upon a welted back, Stitches ripped in a heart barely alive, Asking a soul to plunge the knife, Leave this world behind for all its misery and pain, Seeping into the eyes of a dove tainted and drained. Overcome by this disease to persevere and survive, To stand when fallen, screaming Fuck them! in the face of every adversity, 30 years strong, Skin toughened by the whips of past fates, Looking into Crystal balls wondering what's to come,

Sorry I'm sorry I tried to be there,here,everywhere. Pulled and tugged by the loyalties strapped upon my chest. Beaten into my soul and baptized my heart, for I am who I am. The asshole or the clown that cries, speaking truth that's taken as lies, bleeding tears unseen or heard by you. A whipping boy of societies blues singing a tunelss song unbeknownst by most. Yet I'm sorry, I'm not perfect but a chastised king in a jester' s court. Pledging oaths to ghost of friends lost in time's embraced. Racing hearts trampled to forget what was done. Rising above just to fall again, a sideshow of pity when river's become oceans. For this I'm sorry, I

Twist Heart in a vice, Silenced in time by a roll of the dice Telling ties of life's interference, Pulling triggers in fate' s cruelty, Questions answered in eye's bewilderment. As soul's corrupt under stress' s veil. Another twist of times good nature, As tears scar cheeks with demonic fractures, Freezing what once beat but now it weeps Wishing only for the hangman' s pull, To release pressure in heaven's toll. A dove hunted by ravens for Cupid' s gaze. This maze forever painted with love's grace, My eternal race to see an angel' s smile, Falling prey to another turn of her immortal grip. Upon a fallen knee praying for us to make it. Acknow

Loat in confusion, This dream of past reflection. Opening scars, doors long thought locked. Asking where life's story is going? A twist in the plot, As up turns down, left becomes right and dark becomes light. I walked threw heaven and hell, Argued with angels and conversed with devils, Bleed upon alters just to move past you. Now upon the winds I hear you, Upon the stars i see you, Asking if they shine bright for you? Our chapter might begin anew a page turned in time's sympathy, breaking a soul's apathy for a heart's empathy. But still i sit, Lost in my sea of confusion, Looking upon this sea, smiling at the reflections. Holding this bo

Scarred and batters, Healed and frail, Timmy stands proud. Laughing at these trails and fails, Path"s untooken an  bridges burnt, Running thoughts over a heart that's forever hurt A soul forever tainted. For Timmy steps again to fullfill this book, Writing chapters unseen by time, Mocking these gods acting like mimes. Wondering if the angels hear his cries, Moving forward looking back, Over scars where stitches lined, Opening eyes isolated with demons slain. Asking a dove to move, For love has killed and revived. Letting Timmy look again, Cause  28 yrs have passed, Yet nothing makes  sense, Falling to stand, Screaming to speak, Killing all

A taste of iron, So pure its corrupt, Losing all as the words fly, Nothing seen each time I die. Cause in the end that's all I am, A nuisances of love's creation, This damnation of  looped denial. A whipping boy, Your little toy, A robotic being only seen when visuals falter., To tired to speak, scream or pull the plug. This suicidal mentality that's become my reality. All for the simple pleasure's Eve gave Adam. So bite your apple and press my poison, This simple game of digital war, It seems to become all you are. So full of life and yet shallow as I wallow. A soulless monument of my shame, Wondering if I am alive, Do I e