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The Darkness Six

The horror that creeps through my mind
The sanity that is feels it must bind
It seeps in from every direction 
Speaking in tongues many different dialect-ions
My only friend is silver and shiny 
The relief it gives is massive to me
But tiny thin cuts are all you’ll ever see.
I watched as the water ran red
My mind finally quieted I returned myself to bed.

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The Darkness Nine

Laying in bed and you think things 
your mind racing in the darkness just creeps in surrounding your heart 
every word you read is it like a stabbing pain and it just keeps getting worse
 because you keep subjecting yourself to it and it doesn't stop 
then your mind races more and more and more 
instead of pulling out that tiny thin little blade you write
 but what you write really makes you believe that death is the only answer 
that it is the only relief from the pain that you feel every day 
from the sorrow the loneliness when the thought of death can calm you 
that is when you know.....

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Substance

I am more powerful than the combined armies of the world.
I have destroyed more men and women than all the wars of the nations.
I have caused millions of accidents, wrecked more homes than all the floods, tornados, and hurricanes put together.
I find my victims among the rich, poor, young, old, strong, and weak.
I grow to such proportions that I cast a shadow over every field of labor.
I am relentless, insidious, and unpredictable.
I am everywhere, in the home, on the street, on the job, on the land, sea, and in the air.
I bring sickness, poverty, and death.
I give nothing and take all.
I am your worst enemy.
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 I am Alcohol.

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Things I Need

The gentle touch of your hands
Hands that enveloped my being
Hands that caress my sad smile
Hands that pick me up when I am down
Hands that calm my stormy soul 
The soothing sound of your voice 
A voice that can turn my bad day into good 
A voice so unwavering in its purity 
A voice so calm yet so intense 
That wonderful smile 
The smile that melts my heart 
The smile that never ends 
The smile that warms me all over 
A smile that shines so bright it stops my darkness 
You…………… 
Just you in all your wonder 
Just you with your humble nature 
Just you who does not think he is special 
You are all I want and need.

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Scream

I want to find a place to scream 
A place so quiet my shriek will sound like the cry of an animal
A place so dark no light makes its way in 
A place where I can scream till I stop breathing 
Till my lungs ache and my throat burns 
Till my eyes no longer shed tears and my heart no longer hurts 
A place where I can just fade away into the darkness 
Where I don't have to feel anymore 
Where it can be numb and finally rest 
Death is that place……..

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The Darkness Five

The small thin blade called to my soul once more
One two three four, for each that I’ve never been good enough
It beads quickly this time I suppose this time was enough to go deeper
It calmed my haggard soul only for a moment then it flooded back
Don’t be you, conform, be submissive or be gone
Keep the pain from him. Draw the life from yourself
Three more lines as if by magic beading up brain slipping into delusional euphoria 
Smearing the red and the copper scent floating up reeling me back to reality
Time to clean so innocence does not see.

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The Darkness Eight

I have them hidden everywhere 
a basket, the ledge in the shower here there anywhere 
When I see them now I feel shame 
for my action, I am only to blame 
the innocent now knows
 making it that much harder when the pain and suffering grows 
I try so hard to push it down deep 
chain and lock it in the darkness to sleep. 
When it wakes the fear inside grows 
longing for that blade is quite the striking blow. 
I don’t retrieve my shiny friend. 
For tonight is not the night my life shall end.

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The Darkness One

I will not watch as that blade pierces and tears the skin,
Watch as it opens the flesh and the drops begin to form,
As it streams down from each open tear the calm will not come
The storm will rage continually, the anger, fear, hate, and self-loathing
The mind will race the soul begging for mercy as it always does,
Death does not come this day, it will, just...not….this.....day
More suffering must be endured.

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The Darkness Three

Death again does not come for this soul tonight,
No control had this evening by a tortured soul,
The blade sliced so easily through the pale skin,
Very little pain dealt to handle the pain felt,
Blood beading so slowly, like the gathering of morning dew,
That copper scent flooding the senses, calming the soul,
Start feeling the calm wash over the soul, it wonders
How can something that others look down upon,
Be so very soothing to one's fears and woes.

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The Darkness Two

That blade looks so inviting tonight,
I fear there will be no control,
The scars have yet to fade since last blood was drawn,
He was angry when last he saw,
Which truth be told was many times over since words were last written,
The innocent never knows, but questions,
Soothed fears explained as accident,
Death does not come this eve,
He waits for the right moment,
Swiftly on raven wings he will capture this soul.