Submissions by Psyfochic

Pain and scars are lyrics,
Cries and screams are a song,
Suffering and helplessness is you dancing to your own tune, enemies multiply like unseen germs, bacterial peers cheers to your first bottle of beer  polluting your reasoning...

Oh dear!

Trouble enrolls, eyes record the scene of your sins behind the scenes, foreseen by your parents, whom you considered to be rodents eating away corns of fun in your  youth...

Oh boy!

'I got ya back' he said, indeed he did,  I watched him burn your ass into ashes, cremated feelings. Tormented silence, violenced...

I wear garments of isolation,

The pain is rare it lacks description,

Maybe I should die to survive,
I long for peace  a crib for my soul to rest,
a cool place with low temperatures,
and I heard that heaven is a better place.

Connect the dots in my face,
measure my stress, pimple by pimple,
the dimples have faded.
Am clueless like the only virgin in the room.
Like God was on vacation when I was born,
so he does not know that I exist,

I pray in vain.

Am I insane?

Amazing mazes,
I find am lost in,  
Darkened spaces,
Lost in reasons,
I'm reading scriptures,
Hidden phrases,

Cold cases,
Blinded species,
Born free masons,
Spitting poisons,

Light them candles ,
Can't see the light still,
So fear you bruising,
Stranger you cruising,
Junkie overdosing,
The clock is ticking,
The gates are closing.

Heavens calling,
Keep paging pages,
If it's God you seeking,

Crypts of insanity designed for your necessity

There is something about the night,
The black night,

The resurrection of hidden expressions,
The  absence of bright light,
Street lights with all their might fight to expose this enigma,

When the city goes to bed anguish comes out to play wearing familiar faces,
tracing hidden scars invisible immortal scars, feasting on lost souls.

Innocent figures of fellow men blackout, sleep walking, some talking, confessing confidential infidelity, denied information.
Craving for unsatisfying satisfaction.

There is something about the night, ...