Trials and tribulations
I have this stipulation
If you don’t trust someone then you never will
I have this situation and an indication
That you will do me ill
So why should I stick around?
You’re trying to fool me, like some stupid clown
It’s not going to work
Go away you jerk!
Why do you always lurk?
You’re a stalker, that’s why I smirk
I can’t be with you
Did you hear me?
Go away – find someone else who’ll play
Why don’t you just fade away into an early grave?
Witches don’t like so called tough bitches that can’t walk the walk
Bitches that won’t stop the talk
Why don’t you stop your squawk?
Yes I’m talking to you bitch!
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Trials and tribulations
As the witches cast their spells under moonlight igniting Hell
As the bones of the ancients tremble awake
There are signs in you – of a grave mistake
You’ve crossed someone as old as sin
And now your suffering will start to spin
You won’t know when it will strike
But when it does, it does with a bite
And you will falter under this spell
As wicked things, drag you to Hell
If you can’t cope with life and you enter my life, you will sail in troubled waters
If you can’t swim you’ll sink, perhaps our relationship you should rethink?
I am not going to be easy, when I’ve had a hard life
You’ve got to walk with me, or turn away to your light
I have bright days, good days too, I have than more often than you have a clue
I know I suffer and I shout it loud, but I have overcome things and for that I am proud
I am not disillusioned, I am not speaking lies, I have worked hard to live and to thrive
So when I don’t handle your bullshit, think why should I? Then you should quit, because if the load is too heavy for you, then you don’t have the right to make me carry it too
I have my own baggage, I don’t want yours
I want a new life, with golden calm warm shores
I don’t want to dig another person’s grave; I don’t want to be your emotional slave
I want a life where things go smooth, where life is lived, not thought through
I want a life where action is key, a life where I am happy and ultimately free
So don’t bring me down because you can’t cope, because you think you know me when in fact you don’t
So don’t sit there and whine and moan, when I am out working things out and leaving you alone
I don’t wallow for long my friend, I work it out, I learn how to mend
So should you
You really should
Because living this way, is very good
Don’t offload your baggage to others if you want to be happy, if you want to live happily, change this habit snappily
It’s in your hands, not some chosen saviours, it’s in your hands and in your behaviours
So learn to ride alone in your emotional rides, learn it now and you will rise
So you want to be me
Do you want my pain?
Do you want my gain?
Do you want my time, my freedom and hopes?
Do you want my anger, my family, my friends, my dopes?
Do you want my disease, my energy, my life?
Do you want to follow my path even in strife?
Do you want my scars and my bills?
Do you want my kind of health and ills?
Do you want my skill?
Do you want my knowledge, my obsessions and thrills?
Do you want my tolerance?
The answer to most if you knew, would be no, no not at all you fool!
What kind of a life is that?
I say to you, I told you so, I told you, and it’s a fact.
So think twice when you copy me, when you say to others, I want to be she… because you don’t know what lies within me, you don’t know… fact.
You couldn’t keep me locked up forever and a day
Until you are old and frail, until you were old and grey
Then send me out into the world as your own born and raised saviour
And expect me not to love life and savour the sweet taste of life
You couldn’t expect to do that without trouble and strife
You couldn’t keep me shut away in the house each and everyday
Then tell me that there’s no time to play, that life will just get in the way of caring for the old you
You couldn’t do that, so that’s why I left you
I am not your personal handmaiden, born for your every whim
I am not your nurse and carer; I am not your cloned twin
I am my own person, though I’m your family and your kin
If you didn’t treat me that way, you might have kept me and wouldn’t have lived in yin
You are clouded in darkness because of your troublesome ways
It didn’t need to be so, if you let people grow and go their own ways
You did this to yourself, though it hurts me always
But now my life begins…
When will the Pegasus fly again?
When will my heart mend?
Out to the highest cloud I spread my wings and call aloud
IS ANYBODY THERE FOR ME?
IF SO, LET ME HAVE A TASTE OF GLEE
A unicorn skips across the meadow into a world you can only imagine
It bounds to places unknown to man
It does so, because it can
A ghost is just a whisper of a past lived in flesh
Its message is not always clear but it is always received with gooseflesh
A memory is like a ghost, it shimmers in the mind
A glimpse of the past like a silhouette clings to you in a bind
Some are happy, some are sad, some are good and some are bad
Like the creatures in your head, a memory is good when it is fed
So dream your little dreams some more
Wallow in their scenes
Treasure each little pocket
Though it may never been seen
For you live a creative life, though wasteful it does seem
The pictures that are in your mind, helps your self-esteem
I cry for my place in the world
But my place is not here
The place I yearn for doesn’t exist
It’s a place where I go to each night in dream time, a place where I love and miss
When I am awake it drives me insane
All I want to be is inside my brain
I want it to be my world
Is that insane?
Is it insane to love what is inside your brain?
I will tell you
I cry for my place in the world
But it is not here
The place I long for doesn’t exist, anywhere but in here (points to my head)
My vampires are what makes me, me
They are a part of me, you see
There are not unkind or something to fear
To me they are something to cheer
They are me
My vampires are mine you see
I will love them from here to eternity
There is a catalyst to my pain
A thing that makes me closer to insane
A habit that you have within you
Is gnawing away at my soul
I don’t want it to continue
Though you say you don’t know what you do
I know that you do… its true
I can’t explain how it makes me feel
I just know, what you do makes me ill
You say or do the simplest things, which in turn
Makes my suffering sing
I don’t enjoy this world of pain
I don’t want you to repeat this again and again
But you don’t know what you do
So I can’t really blame you
Though I do
You are ignorant, that much is true
You are the catalyst of my pain