Schiz-02

As I walk down the dilapidated street, Near where the former pristine Ohio flows, It shows in the eyes of those I meet, Eyes of pain, eyes of sorrow. In every wail of every kind, It's every teen's greatest fear, In every voice, in every mind The thought "I'll never get out of here." How the lonely derelicts cry, The empty husks of buildings appall; The reluctant student does sigh As he gazes at the flood wall. And at night as I drive the streets I hear How the 9th and Waller whores do swear Blasts the bastard children's tear, And we are to apathetic to care.

They are diseased those who choose to abstain from the pleasures of this life. Ironic, they are the lepers of the modern world, "CLEAN!" their warning to the wayward. They are the undesirables, outcasts, and pariahs who live their moderate lives excessively. Prodigal lives with prodigal hopes, prodigal souls with prodigal dreams.

I flew again my tarnished beauty... I really flew. I found you again in the darkness and began to soar somehow. My wings were bloody, tattered, and it hurt like Hell, But yeah... I flew high. The blood poured down my back, but I flew. They say the fall from Heaven is the worst fall, but they are wrong. The first fall hurts, but the second leaves you praying for death To know beauty and lose it, God does it brings a lot of sorrow, But to lose it twice, that is almost more than the soul and mind can bear. I would never feel this hurt again. I won't suffer your intoxication any longer. I took the piece of my heart that cared for you an

oh how I long for another sip addicted to your poison making me slip on down to the ground  where I long for the sound of  your sweet voice it leaves me no choice I can't live with or without you and you don't have a clue through all this time I'm dying my veins are constricting the thoughts conflicting to hate I don't think you can relate you think I've resigned myself to the fate you're his not mine and yeah say I'm fine yet I still long for the succubus kiss is the cure to this pain that makes me drown back on down down to the madness of my soul praying that your spirit will make me whole I submit my all to hear the call to know I'm truly

I've been poisoned by your life, And your touch is the only antidote. But now I see that I'm not the only one. You too suffer. When he holds you in his arms I see the real person inside you die. I can't stand to see you so hollow. Try as you might your beautiful face Can't hide the longing in your eyes. Tell me my muse. What is it? What is it that I must do to make you whole? I've given my wings, my ability to truly soar.    I forsook the sun to live in this twilight. I submitted my all to you and now I must know. What must I do to keep your flames alive? I can't let your imagination die. If the secret to your inspiration was f

I come before my muse once more. Where before only I bowed to her, Now we submit to each other in perfect unison. The intoxication this brings is so sweet. The intoxication is more than we can bear, And for the first time the barriers are lowered. New experiences race in our minds as we share the exquisite agony. Time stands still as our minds, our bodies, are very souls connect. New sensations flood our worldly coils as our true selves combine. Our spirits embrace, as we lie entwined beneath the stars.

I search around for you my shepherdess But I don't see you any longer. It will take some time for me to be what you need. The journey will make me stronger And by its end I will be what you need. The gentle breeze whispers And I hear your voice guide me once more. My spirit wanders on And it seems that I'm alone again. The weight comes crashing down And I want to give up once more. Will this valley of shadows and death Be my grave, my Hell? And then the gentle rain falls, And your tears revitalize my soul. I finally reach that place, My pilgrimage has come to an end. You stand there before me my priestess, Ornate robes s

Like some forsaken martyr I let your words reopen old wounds, And my mind is tortured by visions of you and your love. I sit calmly and collected, Basking in your presence. A madman, I hang onto your every word. The black fire in my heart raises ashes. Bitter words, that I swallow with my pride. Martyr or masochist, maybe I'm both. I revel in the pain, in the attention. I accept the pain-laced love you feed me, Hoping that one day we will be one. I do bleed and you've given me scars, But I wouldn't give them up. I sit here staring into your eyes, As you methodically cut again. Isn't this what true love's about…

Ah Muse, you inspire me with pain in leue of beauty, And cleanse me in waves of sorrow. Will you breathe into me inspiration? Or deprive me of words come the 'morrow? The moon's glow brings essence of fire, So send unto me a bright flame. I long for the day you return, As I've grown weary from lack of pain. Drive into me pure anguish, Let agony reign throughout each pore. So I may flow with vitality, Let motivation flow forever more. Alas Muse, you have abandoned me yet again, Were my cries not loud enough for you to understand? I'll scream a wish for prosperity, In hopes of you grasping my weak hand....