Why is it 

that 

You Haunt 

My

Thoughts 

at

Midnight?

(When 

cold 

Stars

Hang 

From 

Nooses

In

The Sky)

as

The Dead 

Whisper,

(somewhere 

Out

Of Sight.)

"Forget 

Loves

Shining 

Light?"

(and 

you 

shall

Die.)

+

Cemetery eyes

 Tis often cemetery eyes 

do

Sing,

In 

The Voice of Constant

Life,

Till 

Zombie Thoughts

Of

Suffering.

(Fill Up A Heart with 

Strife.)

And often does my 

Noose-burnt 

Neck stretch to an Empty 

Sky;

Considering each moment 

In 

Retrospect.

(Until The Moment 

dies)

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 The voices are wrong...

Im not losing my mind.

Simply...

Whoring out small pieces

of it 

One Thought At A Time

To 

A Cheapskate World that 

scarcely pays three pennies 

just to See

Some Mental Monkey Dance.

+

The laughter cuts shit out of me that no razor ever could;

and lately I'm confused about 

whats funny as opposed to

Sad,

and that in itself is one of the

Saddest Fucking Things 

I've ever

Laughed About strangling

On These Secret Tears

(that flood My Heart)

The Daydreams that Your Face Creates.

 I wish i could 

talk

about the daydreams

that

Your Face Creates,

(everytime 

You Crack A Smile)

Or

How your 

Image

Illuminates my 

Days.

(Of

Dark Denial.)

And I wish that 

I 

could show you 

All 

The Things That

Love

Could Be. 

Or 

ease the pain 

You're

Going through.

(which makes you 

Sad

and Lonely.)

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You've come to 

Mean 

The Worlds to 

Me, 

(and 

I 

Hate Myself for 

That.)

and 

I swear I'd 

do

 near Anything.

(To 

Make you smile,

and Laugh.) 

+

Yes...

I 

wish that 

I 

could 

talk about these 

Feelings 

You inspire.

But 

I can never let 

them out.

(Or pursue my 

Hearts Desire.)

to be cont.?

Scam Likely

 An Angel tried calling me on my cellphone..but I never answered . (because it came up as a "Scam Likely" .)

Angels...

What pesky little things..

With devil eyes and 

Broken wings.

Or

Nail- in- coffin

Voices

that

Destroy you when

they

Sing.

a dying rose

 My Dear..
I don't
know what to
say.

Everyone is
is
A Prisoner 
Here!

(but
Why must you
Face
Portray A Stormy
Day?)

Your Silence is
too
much to bear,

(yet 
I often bear it 
anyway.)

as
Shadows leave
you
Running Scared!!

(or
hiding from
The
Truth
Of
Yesterday.)

+

You're still Pretty
in
Your Tragic Pose;

(in 
spite a 
lack
of Feeling.)

Pretty like
a
Dying
Rose!!

(when Angels
do
The Killing.)

+

Tragic Comedians (when considering the noose..)

 

Tragic Comedians.

+++++++++++++

There are certain types 

of people who are well 

liked by others, 

 And the life of the party 

( if they choose to be.)

Yet inside 

they're wrecks of life,

completely Alone,

and

without any

sense of purpose or 

Real connection to anyone 

or anything else.

They are

Life's Tragic Comedians.

Who see (and reflect) 

the irony in 

everything and seem 

to always laugh the 

Loudest !!

(when Considering 

The Noose.)

J.S.H.

A beautiful mistake

 

She was a mistake..

but 

A Beautiful Mistake;

The 

Kind you wanted to 

make 

over and over 

again 

until your luck 

finally 

Ran out for 

the 

last time.

There's a Darkness ...

 There's a darkness 

in me. 

A terrible, nearly 

all 

consuming 

Fuckin Darkness 

that eats 

dreams, 

and spits 

nightmares 

into 

a cold face that 

will 

never smile again.

Ravens laugh at me 

from 

Their Judgemental 

Trees

and 

Puke up Childhood 

Memories;

The Masters 

Fist.

That Hateful 

Shed!!

That Pit 

where 

unsurmountable

enemies 

Stab and Wish 

Me Dead.

Growing My Own face

 Growing 

My 

Own Face.

+++++++++++++

Say Old 

Friend.

Has The 

Time Now 

Come?

To Abandon 

The 

Soap-Box 

Gallows

of 

Truth you're

Always 

Falling From!

+

Do you think 

you 're 

Giving Birth 

to 

Stars,

With that

Hypocrisy you 

Rant?

When You 

ignore

The Fact of 

Scars!! 

(No Other 

memory

could

Supplant.)

+

I'm still Here 

Facing 

The Void; 

While your 

Void 

(olde friend) 

Grows More 

Within. 

and 

I 

imagine 

you're more 

Paranoid. 

(Or hiding 

From Shadow Men.) 

Oh..

 I'm also 

Still 

A Misfit Toy! 

(also still 

commit

Old Sins.) 

+ 

If you 

(in other words) 

are what 

Morality Looks 

Like ,

I'll break every 

Mirror 

In This Godamned 

Place; 

and continue 

Pondering 

Life's Absurd. 

( till 

eventually 

Growing

My Own Face.) 

J.Stephen.H

The early riser.

 

The early riser.

+++++++++++++

Went to bed at 

3 ..

back up by 6;

Laughing Like 

A

Corpse who didn't

get

The Memo yet;

That... 

It's..

"None-o-clock

Somewhere"

(in me)

And lifes'

A bitch.

(By now 

the 

World 

should 

Be dead.)

And where 

is

Love?

Hanging from

Her 

Candy

Crucifix!

(that tastes

Like

Shit Within My

Head.)