To thee Addicts

Here is to the addicts here is to the addicted
here's to the ones whose ideas of love are contradicted
here's to the ones who found another solution
but the true nature of those fixes were just a delusion
Our addictions are all on a different level
but we have all done our dance with the devil
Here's to the ones who dont like the word wait, but need the word now
here's to the ones who want to stop but dont know how
Here's to the ones who can't avoid the need
here's to the ones to can't kill the beast that needs to feed
here's to the ones whose lives have been
destroyed
all because they found something to fill the void
here's to the ones who had to pay the toll
because we all lost the control
here's to thee addict and here is to thee addicted
for the pains that are self inflicted
heres to the people who cover up the shame
here's to the ones who act out the pain

Hush Now

Do not drop your tears upon my face, for i do not deserve the salt. Don't cry my dear, my darling, for it is not your fault. Do not fuss when my feelings go awry, so hush now, dear darling, do not cry. Do not trust these emotions, for they are dreadful heathens, always remember my darling, they are just my inner demons.

Save the World from the toxicity that is I

Lord strike me down so i may not pollute the world with my useless breath.
Strike upon me with your wrath and still this heart that beats with useless fortitude.
If thine mighty Deity above will not smite me,
then spare this silhouette a bullet for this soiled skull
When all manner of weaponry has eluded me and no bullet can be spared
Then i shall wait for the wrath of God to shatter every breath from my worthless
thrash of life, so the toxicity that exudes from my body shall wreck havoc no more.
Maybe my enemies are not so senseless, maybe the acid that they spew has truth. Maybe i am better off watching the world from Dante's Inferno, then from the comfortable valley's of my soul. Lord, save the world this human and strike me, so the world will be saved from my deadly toxins. I hate myself, and they hate me too, but even that is more then i deserve

Idiot with a dream

Am i just another idiot with a dream?
Am i like so many others that have gone before me?
Am i different, or am i just another cliche?
No!
I am different, I am convinced of it?
I have heart I have passion
The only problem is...every other idiot with the dream has the same fire.
So, I am just another idiot trying to make their dreams comes true, and you know what....that's okay with me.
CHEERS!