Reflections of Soul
 

When I look into the mirror, what do I see?
Have I seen this person before in my life?
Who is this person looking back at me?
In his steady, small hand he holds a knife…

Do I really want to slice myself tonight?
This is not for real, only a cry for help
I should save myself like a shining plate knight
I feel down, lower than dirt, a bottom dwelling whelp

I can’t stand looking at my own reflection
Holding the knife, cutting deep into my own cheekbone
No sound, No response, No shout, No reaction
Cutting the other cheek, I want it gone, ALL GONE!

There is no need for a face as horrible as mine
A mangled face, a blood hand, a skinny body
I cut the ties to my mind like frayed twine
My mind is fucked, death by mental sodomy

I stand before bathed in my own sweet, red blood
Reborn by the loss of blood like a virgin’s first night
Or am I dead like a newborn babe bathed in blood
I see only darkness around me; never will I see the light

The blood I spill stains the pristine white porcelain sink
My own self-inflicted death means nothing to me anymore
Drowning in a pool of my own blood, deeper I sink
Can I live? The thought passes by me as my hand drops from the door….

Dark Heart Of Winter
 

<P>I wrote this while living in Boone, NC and waiting on the college bus to come pick my frozen ass up.

Into the dark heart of winter I roam
Huge white flakes fall slowly around me
It’s so cold walking in this white foam
No sunlight shinning down I can see

My boots crunch down on the packed snow
I walk to class, wishing I was home
Living in the cold and Ice just plan blows
All feeling in my frozen fingers is gone

I wrap my coat around me like plate mail
To protect my body from the frozen winds
Heard the phrase, but it can’t be this cold in hell
My sore legs feel full of needles and pins

When will the crapple-cart arrive today?
The cold fingers of winter clime my thighs
Freezing my ass off, can’t wait for sunny may
Only thing that makes this cold bearable is being high

Cold, Cold, Frozen in this place
Bus Arrives, jumping on with due haste

Good to see yer works.

Keep on

Good stuff

Fantastic work.
I hope to see more.

i remember the first one. both are really good, but so are you. i love you baby.