Began

I find myself slipping once again
down to the darkness where this began
alone in this world all by myself
watching the living as they watch the dead
the shadows in light all in their heads
I find myself slipping back into life
thinking of nothing but drinking of strife
I have been here and never again
back to the darkness where this all began

What the devil gets

I don’t respond to violence
with terror or with fear
I will not submit to evil
no the devil gets no ear
I don’t run from darkness
even when I am afraid
I will not be forced out
I will always remain
for evil doesn’t win here
and neither do your wants
I control where I go
and I never want to stop
I won’t submit to terror
to bombs, or to your guns
I don’t choose to run
when the devil comes
with everything I bleed
I fight for what is mine
the devil may have his day
but I still have my pride.

Bought broken bones

Bones are broken
time is lost
we’ve wandered
the desert
through the water-
the drought
drinking the sand grains
washing with sun
blisters on skin
the damage is done
broken are the bones
in wrists and in neck
hands rendered useless
I long to forget
but my feet keep on forward
through this hell I have wrought
I simply woke up here
this hell my new home
I never knew purchase
but I bought what I own.