If She Existed

My heart broken,
unable to recover
from the evil
and hatred you
put me through.

The love of my life,
consumed by vengeance,
put a stake through
my heart with insults
that were true.

A moment
of softness,
or caring,
was absent during
your storm of rage
against my soul.

Happiness
was in
your eyes
while I was crucified,
as if my damnation
was your life’s only goal.

Coming down
the turnpike,
the black parade
had my exit blocked.

On my knees,
begging for forgiveness,
it was salvation
the demons mocked.

An unspoken word,
trying to be
my own man
despite the voices
in my head.

The maze
so intricately woven
that they
had me convinced
I should be dead.

Grasping
the essence
of hope
that the sky will open
and the sun will
come through.

My mental
time warp
stuck in tomorrow
where I kissed
the lips of love
greater than you.

A battle
for lost souls
raged on
leaving a scene
of horror as far
as the eye could see.

My madness
could be
thwarted and
love victorious,
if she existed, a love
that believed in me.

Lost it all...

perpetuated by sins
of a beautiful one
who didn't want me


i need some
fast-acting remedy
for the voices
that taunt me


at the cliffhanger,
the insane clan
of scorned bitches
bled my love dry


you can see
the trail of tears
that blazed
a path to where
I will die


the venomous crew
you call home
crucify humanity
and tear apart
anything holy


the apocalyptic
epidemic
is now spread
so that they can
kill you all slowly


cries due to
your habitual
lying kept me
in the devil's church
with homeys ganging


truth be told
it was a far cry
from the middle
of the road where
I was left hanging


the only chance
at salvation
requires
bookkeeping skills
that I don't know yet


i walked
up to the
window of damnation
and lost it all
on my last bet