I've discovered Hell, and the truth is,
It isn't a place you go, it's a sickness.
It resides within your bones
And its scaffolding is made from trauma.
The only fire you'll find is from the white-hot flashbacks
That leave you drenched in sweat that smells like smoke.
No-one lives there except you and your enemies,
And your enemies are fragments of history, unable to be killed.
Your mind is the devil that subjects you to punishment
That you can't help but be convinced that you deserve,
And escape is a notion kept only for tears;
Everything else remains trapped.
Hell is being held within the cage of your own body
And killing yourself trying to break free.

You always asked me
"What would I be without you?"
To be brutally honest,
that question scares me to death
because I already know the answer
and I don't want that responsibility
of being your one true love
there is a fine line
between love and obsession
and I'm afraid to say
that you've crossed over
to the other side
where love isn't enough
constant attention isn't enough
daily praise isn't enough
I refuse to be a prisoner to your love
you can't capture me
and put me in a high tower
out of fear that others
may find me desirable
I have spent many a night
scratching and scraping
at the walls of this prison
and today I broke through
and saw the other side of love
the love that is free
and trusting
and encouraging
and amazing
I couldn't look away
I had to have it for myself
so I pulled at the wall
until my fingers were bleeding
and the sharp jagged pieces
ripped through my skin
as I crawled through
the tiny hole I was able to make
I think I even let pieces of hair behind
but no matter
because I am now free
away from your angry clutches
and my new love is helping me
to seal up that wall for good
and I shall tell all about that very day
that I escaped from hell on earth
I wish you could see my smile
it would irk you
and that thought
would make me smile
throughout eternity

Touch my heart
with your starry sky
and wrap me
in your velvet black
the cries of the wicked
singing at our feet
hoping for scraps
from the holy table
beat them down
with your
righteous hand
and hold fast
to the original beliefs
dip me in your
cosmic fluid
letting it
refresh my soul
as you sit perched
to strike
any who defy you
and blame it on
a simple brain overload

Behind the narcotic haze,
can you even see yourself?

Can you recognize yourself,
under all the scars and smoke?

Can you sort something other,
than the pills you've taken?

Or filter out something,
other than you ***** you're drinking?

Can you say with one hundred percent conviction,
that this is better this way?

Can you say without any ounce of future contradiction,
that you'll never see better days outside your drug-induced-haze?

Starless eyes,
blending with empty smiles..

Hidden beneath,
is the indifferent, callous, leering, and charred remains of a heart.

One covered in diamonds in gold,
now singed ad cracked,
constantly under attack..

Finally you have come to realize,
that nothing else remains.