In the dead of night
my mind is but a scream
and let me be heard
the silenced voice
typing to the heart beat
that didn't pound for life
but savoured death in drunken smiles
of truth.
Seeking the forbidden tales of sanctuary
that was the mental hospital in the mind
take me to the beds, and strap me down
and try to strip the individual
of believing in a different view
of joy.
I can see it all
the cries, she did cry
you know by his hands
ripping her shreds of confidence
she will bleed on the tile floors
doctors screaming emergency
over what happens everyday
because we die.
Just another expiration date
you tremble, and I know
I couldn't care less anymore
over the marked out signing sheet
that I volunteered with
but Death just loves me too much
and we throw tea parties at midnight.
Could you dance with fate?
twisting beneath the milking sky
utter a sigh in relief when cold shivers
seep to the bones to finally know
you're not outside
living life with a smile.
But drop below the veins
where razors fell in love
in place
I sing to you
lullaby, drifting to dreams
of sleep, I don't want to wake up
and I won't
because I could never see your face
again.
I hate you too much.
Adding your comment:
Oh my this is a rant and a half! Today is not a good day hun I can see that 
