here it comes again
the gaping pain of depression
called on to draw from it's musing lips
does this make me a masochist?

to climb a hill pushing a boulder
with the weight of the world on my shoulders
the searing pain of muscle tearing
the throbbing ache of wounds repairing

why do I build to burn it down?
and dig for something that can't be found?
I've traded the answers a long time ago
for the frivolous search of heaven and home

for who want a life of simplicity?
that lacks the thrill of electricity?
I spoke with my father and he said "Son,
happiness is a warm gun."

What does it mean????
I don't know but it sounds kind of good

I like it climber...

Thanks Ladylid

dark...nice write.

Thanks, I try
One more dark indulgence before I change my tune-

happiness
a happy mess
a soiled dress under the desk
smacked slap happy, hung out to dry
hellman's mayo, ham on rye
(12/8/09)

emptiness
an empty nest
a dirty mess in witch I rest
dark decisions of do or die
with crooked wings I'll try to fly

talent nice write

great writes

nice writes