My Words

My words are not for the faint of heart
No flowery prose of love's splendor
My words dark and cutting give voice to my pain
As it bleeds from my pen I grow ever more brazen
My words are for the tainted, the outcasts, the shamed
Expelling the venom only the broken and damaged can know
My words foreboding release the darkness in my soul
Making room for laughter and light to grow

Being a lifelong outcast has given me a unique perspective on the

world

Though I try not to take delight in others troubles

I must say that observing so called "normal" people as they begin their journey into disillusionment can be a bit entertaining

Similar to watching fallen kings having to empty their own chamber pots for the very first time

Tears are raindrops for the soul
Cleansing away chaff
Strengthening roots
Giving nourishment for growth

Disbelief

I've swam oceans of tears
Climbed mountains of pain
To find I'm just inches from where I began
So heart wrenching to realize how little I've gained
The worst of my fears, the pain still remains

This pain, so excruciating, flows from the very core of my being

Permeating every cell

Heartache seeping from every pore

Drenching me in a sadness that taints my very essence 

Dark nights of the soul spill into morn and choke out the light

Vexed

I am but a shadow
Like a phantom I move about
Unseen unheard
Doubts and fears plaguing my very existence
A hapless prisoner of my own mind
Haunting myself
A hazy specter vexed in my own world
Trying desperately to break through this veil of confusion
The fraility and dejection too prevelant to move
Disheartened and derailed
Have I anything to lose

Battle of Wills

Vampires salaciously nip at my skin
Tantalizing, agonizing
I refuse to give in
Thirsting for blood
Fangs raking my body
We dance the Paso Doble
Enticing, erotic

That sensuous touch
Puncturing my vein
My blood runs cold
With ecstasy and pain
Still I fight to maintain control
I can never let these vampires steal my soul