sad stories

mother forgive me

i have become my own favourite 

sob story

i am so shrouded in the dark

and i don’t know how else to be happy

it feels like the light has gone from life

and everything has turned black and white

without it meaning to be

i have come to terms with my demons

and met more

with bloodshot and blood red eyes

they hold out their hands 

begging me to come away with them

they have snow white hair, mother

but some as black as the night

they warned me

oh how they warned me

that the stories that i fell in love with

would become my own

but i fell in love 

so hard so fast

with stories of strife and pain

of tears and sacrifice

of fantasy and beyond

oh mother how do i come back to reality

when they use roses to seduce me

i have swore off cigarettes

but they have fountains of wine 

and a sip is never enough

but in the end i am still

drunk on sadness and despair

oh mother all this doesn’t make me strong

i am still afraid of ghosts and ghouls

with even sadder stories than that

of those i heard before