6 Months and I'm still sober

A few minutes to November ,
Who cares about Halloween
November always makes me think and reflect
As the year is slowly ending
November , the month of lost loves
Or new ones . .
It's been a terrible 6 months past
Utterly , terrible
Will tomorrow bring new songs
Or will the old ones linger on
6 months , I must return to life . .

The dialect of pain

This wound of pain
Was cut to deep
It is still sore

Where to first lay the blame
Was is left but shame
I could never tame

Dry sorrow , so cruel
Worse than drinking gruel
Why again , are you so

I cry out ,inside there is no joy
You like a thief , stole my happiness and joy
You like a murderer , killed my heart

I wonder if the blood spilled will be like milk
Like milk spilled not to be cried for
Not to be loved again , not to be cried for

The long and painful state of my wound
I cry with blood , and breathe with tears
Alas , this likeness of death .

Let me tell you about my shadow

Let me tell you about my shadow.
My shadow and I are one .
Yet , I did not know when he crept in
When the light I walk , he is a walking shadow
Strutting close to me ,
And at midday , he leans closer by
He and I are travelers, drifters in life
We are a walking shadow

Let me tell you about my shadow.
When he and I no longer loved
And yet he follows me everywhere
How can I be relieved , I cry and be weep
But he does not move , he does not leave
Almost despising , I curse my fate
He and I , cannot be parted
We are a walking shadow

Let me tell you about my shadow.
I love him , yet he harms me daily
Desiring that girls form and that woman's state
Oh, how he harms me ,
He does not leave , and I-
I cannot ,

What shadow is this , that I have
That does not feel the same pain as I
That does not give me relief in my sorrow
Yet , I love this shadow
You see , he and I can never part
For he lies in heart
Forever glowing in the shadow of my love
Oh , listen here
Let me tell you about my shadow.

Happiness , was born a twin

Happiness does not exist ,
As it suggests the absence of pain
Happiness is a state of mind.
Pain is not a state of mind , rather mind numbing
We avoid pain , and seek pleasure
But in truth we cannot avoid pain
So we are all doomed , yes we all are
Fatalistically, betrothed to pain
And since we are bound to this fate
We should form bonds of fellowship, friendship and harmony
To ease the strife of life
But sometimes , we do not
But in those moments , we should arise
To grow strong or grow up
Yes , happiness is a state of mind
And that is a very comforting thought.

This death , this debt , this bed

This death is so low
This debt is so high
This bed is so cold

My heart is peeling little by little
It's love for you
Peels little by little

I feel as one who is living-dead
Like one who drinks but cannot taste the wine
Like on who eats but tastes nothing

I know the goodbyes are done - yes i do
That goodbye is long overdue on my part
Then why is it very , very hard

I know in my heart it's over
That separation is in order
Something Ive tried not to ponder

I will never forget you
Nay ,
But for now it seems easier to-

This death of my past life
Has lead many to my strife
I am misery's wife

This debt i hold , pay it lest
You take your pound of flesh
Whatever seems best

Your shadow follows me everywhere
Are we so easily in and out of love
And if you look , i am here

The debt i must repay
Death i must face
Get up from this four posted thing

This bed - like i said , is so cold
Without you near , there is no warmth
There is no life.

You there- I here

Every morning is a struggle
A struggle to get up
A struggle to face facts
A struggle to fight
Do you think i like being like this?
Or that i enjoy immensely , being vulnerable
Well , I do not
I wake up empty , alone and lonely
And i dread getting out of bed
The only comfort i find is in sleep
In the warm covers of the bed
Because the morning ,the day , the sun
It's all to cruel , reality is out there
But in bed i can hold on to my
My silly dreams
Wherever you are
And wherever i am
We are doomed to be apart always.

The dog days are over.

Oh , what's that?
I just can't put up with your drama
You go ahead and be with all the girls
It didn't help anyways
The plans i had of holding on to you
Either way you just kept slipping
And I just kept tripping
Now - I'm free
Physically , emotionally
(obscenities)cos i don't do anger anymore:)
My dog days are finally over.

sex offender

You should master self-control
How you manage to shag everything that moves
Acquiring social behaviors requires gaining control
Control over our psychological energies and
Channeling them into acceptable forms of behavior.
So we should alert the authorities about you
How you can't manage to keep your pen in other people's ink
Spoiling everything , soiling everything
I think yo need to be locked up
Or maybe try shag therapy
No one is safe .