The Demons Inside

The Demons Inside

The Demons in Hell, have been let out; they chewed through their chains, to wander about. 

 They found a new place, to run and be free; they’re buried down deep, and are a part of me.

They feed on my soul, and take my dreams for dessert; the pain is unreal, as my heart turns to dirt.

The blood that is spilt, to cure their desire; is cut from my flesh, with fire and barbed wire.

The scars are in deep, and carved to my bone; if you listen real close, each one of them moan.

The freedom I seek, from the Hell that is me; comes from undying love, or my death that I see.

One I can’t find, and one never takes; I’m beaten and broken, as I sit with the shakes.

I don’t really live, I just sort of exist; I am just a name on a page, on a very long list.

Nothing that special, or sets me apart; all that I have, are some words I call art.

All that I feel, are torments and pains; it courses like fire, as it burns through my veins.

With the fury of Hell, and the power of hate; it consumes to my core, and seals my fate.

I know that I’m done, because I’m used to this; there is nothing in life, I want to reminisce.

I look to the future, but see nothing to gain; no love to be had, just sadness and pain.

The Demons have won, and drained me of will; they creep up my spine, as I hear their shrill.

With teeth out of razors, and claws made of fire; they feast on my hope, and consume all desire.

I try to be strong, and act like I’m fine; but they’re draining my life, like a fine aged wine.

With no light in the tunnel, to see up ahead; I sit in the darkness, to be consumed by the dead.

A meal for free, with no fight to be had; I lay in the puddles, of my blood that’s gone bad.

I found my way out, as they tear me to pieces; my breathing gets labored, as my life force decreases.

I’ve done my bit, and paid my due; I’ll find my peace, as soon as they’re through.

These Demons are cruel, and never let go; I hope it’s a feeling, that you never know.

Something to learn, from this life that I’ve had; if you don’t find your way out, you’ll always be sad.

 

By Ron Lee      5/17/2014

Beauty Beyond

Beauty Beyond

This story I have, is as old as time; I dreamt of a girl, that I wish would be mine.

I wake to a world, that is silent and cold; she consumes all my thoughts, for her I wish I could hold.

I try to lie down, for in my dreams she is there; it’s a feeling I miss, that someone might care.

She floats in my mind, above the fires of hell; I search all the heavens, from this place that I dwell.

A beauty with wings, is a glimpse that I see; I wonder if she’s real, or only exists within me.

I run and I search, to find my desire; a feeling I know, she is all I require.

What will I do, if I see her for real; what would I say, about the way that I feel?

They say the truth that you speak, will set you free; but all I have seen, is I’m left alone in this sea.

With the waves of my life, pushing me down; I sink in the sorrow, that cause me to drown.

I try to stay strong, and fight for some peace; but how easy I’d be, to make it all cease.

The fear that I have, that I’m losing this fight; is because I’m alone, as I cry through the night.

With the streaks on my face, from the tears that still flow; I hide in a pit, from those that don’t know.

I want to be free, of this sorrow and grief; to look in her eyes, and get some relief.

For the one that I seek, is an Angel of peace; she takes all my pain, and makes it release.

Don’t know what she’ll think, if she ever finds out; she’s the destiny I want, when I finish this route.

A strange feeling appears, that I feel on my face; a smile emerges, at the thought of her grace.

It’s frightening to feel, a reprieve from my grief; because the time that is lasts, is always so brief.

The trip that I take, back to the pit that is home; gets deeper and darker, every time that I roam.

I wonder how long, I’ll survive these trips; as the darkness consumes, with my heart an eclipse.

I hope that the light, is soon to emerge; with the one that I found, and our love will converge.

She is an Angel with scars, and some dirt on her wings; but the beauty I see, is beyond all these things.

                             By Ron Lee      4/2014

Words from Within

Words From Within

I pour out my soul, as I sit here and write; my heart bleeds out on paper, cocooned in the night.

I write about pain, and torment and strife; I let the words flow, as I live out my life.

The darkness inside, is a demon with claws; he is buried down deep, and surrounded by walls.

My memories it haunts, as it feeds on my soul; dragging me deeper, to the pit of this hole.

Forever I’m lost, with no way to be free; this tomb is my home, for eternity I see.

I breathe in the air, that’s stagnant and foul; trapped with the corpse’s, that rot in this bowel.

The screams that you hear, from the abyss of my core; are me searching in vain, from a place with no door.

The torment of life, is always kept fresh; it has chained me to death, as it rips off my flesh.

I’ve tried to escape, this place that I dwell; they keep bringing me back, for this internment in Hell.

Try as I may, to find my way out; I’m consumed by my fear, and surrounded by doubt.

The Devil himself, has welcomed me home; stripped me of will, in this fire to roam.

The defeat that I feel, is not a new one for me; it continues to boil, no matter my plea.

I fight and I struggle, cause I’m not ready to go; I ask myself why, but I really don’t know.

Darkness is said, to be the absence of light; which is easy to see, as I sit in the night.

If that is the case, as I sit on this slope; then the feeling of death, is the absence of hope.

 

By Ron Lee    2014

Handle With Care

Handle with Care

I had a love, that had no clue; they took for granted, all that’s true.

They spoke the words, to hold my heart; but forgot the soul, so now we part.

They did their best, to keep me there; but I’m no prize, to hold your stare.

If it were blessed, to share this life; you would have ceased, and stopped the strife.

You said you’re sorry, and things will change; but it’s too late, I feel so strange.

The time went by, all hope has past; I wanted love, with no spells to be cast.

If you can change, to keep me near; why didn’t you do it, before the fear?

You waited till, my trust was gone; I listened closely, but there’s no song.

I’m torn apart, from what is missing; I liked the days, when we were kissing.

You held me close, within your guard; my heart was fragile, but now it’s scarred.

 I hate to say, I loved you more; but you just watched, as I shut the door.

You waited till, the time was right; you figured out, it’s lonely at night.

You found the time, to send a note; now you’re lonely, so you wrote.

That’s not fair, for what I’ve done; I really thought, you were the one.

I’m moving on, to find my way; I see the sun, I feel a ray.

You’ll always be, a part of me; but I have to go, and set you free.

I’m crying hard, as I walk; no longer sitting, to watch the clock.

I’m feeling hurt, and full of pain; I gave my all, my soul you drain.

You have no power, to change my mind; I took it back, it’s mine to bind.

I miss the life, that’s supposed to be; where I feel the love, that’s meant for me.

My search goes on, to fill my soul; to find that heart, that makes me whole.

To bless my life, and hold me tight; and let me know, everything’s alright.

I hope there’s one, within the mass; that can handle a heart, that’s made of glass.

 

By Ron Lee   4/2014

Angels and Demons

Angels and Demons

Angel’s and Demon’s, are part of your soul; which will you chose, to pull from the hole?

One will protect, with all of its might; one will take flight, when you’re lost in the night.

One from above, one from below; One drags you down, one helps you grow.

Finding your way, in this Hell for a life; is a balancing act, as you straddle a knife.

You feel where you’ve been, you know where you are; but what’s in the future, beyond all the scars?

Life is a maze, that leaves you confused; it’s beaten you down, and your heart has been used.

Where was your Angel, when you needed her most; nowhere to be found, as she abandoned her post.

Your Demon was there, to comfort your soul; with thoughts of revenge, as pain took its toll.

It gave you a reason, to stay in the fight; while you were crying in silence, in the dark of the night.

Which would you choose, when you needed them most; darkness or light, to serve as your host?

Is the answer you have, one that you’d share; others wouldn’t get it, unless they’ve been there.

It’s easy to stay, when life’s going fine; to sit on your shoulder, and take credit and shine.

Where does she go, when darkness rolls in; when your soul catches fire, as you contemplate sin?

Her job isn’t done, because you’ve lost hope; she could stay in the fight, and help you to cope.

I wonder sometimes, which is the best; which is my savior, and which is the test.

 Angels and Demons, are part of this suite; why must we choose, which makes us complete.

If we’re the sum of our parts, then why would we choose; each has a mission, with different views.

One for protection, to give us defense; one fights with a fury, to give us offense.

One comes from the dark, the other from light; but what does it matter, if you survive the fight.

Life is a balance, in order to live; sometimes you take, and sometimes you give.

A lesson in pain, to enjoy the light; you need both for a future, before your soul will take flight.

Angels and Demons, are what make us complete; both are the reason, we maintain a heartbeat.

                                          By Ron Lee    4/2014

Unreturned Love

Unreturned Love

There are some in this world, that love more than others; they open their hearts, in search of another.

Hope is the fuel, that feeds our fire; it burns with a passion, as it turns to desire.

The heart has a way, to show you its pain; as tears pour from your eyes, and cover like rain.

No release for the soul, for it to borrow; so it uses these words, so it doesn’t drowned on its sorrow.

We take all the pain, and torment and grief; but the person we’re with, steals our love like a thief.

Without even a kiss, or a thank you so much; they go on with their life, using our heart as a crutch.

Why do we stay, and take the abuse; so I won’t be alone, is my only excuse.

I want it so bad, with love to be treated; to see in their eyes, that my souls been completed.

We give them a life, and treat them so sweet; but we look in their face, and know that they cheat.

We don’t say a word, and push it down deep; because the truth of this knowledge, just makes us feel cheap.

We push and we struggle, and say it ok; we do what we can, just so they’ll stay.

We want a way out, as we ask for advice; but all that we hear, is you better think twice.

A promise you made, from the good book; you swore to the Lord, with the vows that you took.

What kind of person, would guilt you with God; one that couldn’t find the courage, so they live with a fraud.

A friend that I’ve found, understands what I say; she knows how it feels, with the price that we pay.

The ones that we’ve loved, have torn us apart; were afraid to keep trying, for what it’s done to our heart.

A love that I had, I thought was the one; she died from a beating, and since there’s been none.

The fear that I have, has crippled my soul; so I hide with my heart, in the depth of this hole.

I want to find love, and finally be free; to wash out my soul, of all this death and debris.

The problem I have, is starting over again; because the life that I’ve had, has worn me quite thin.

I want to be happy, but don’t know about trust; one more heartbreak, will turn me to dust.

All that I want, in the life I have left; is to find my true love, and finally feel blessed.

 

By Ron Lee   4/16/2014

Emotional Blindness

Emotional Blindness

The expression of pain, comes in many forms; what right do you have, to suggest a norm.

The sign that you see, is all that comes out; there’s a war raging inside, filled with Demons of doubt.

The tears on my face, are easiest to see; they boil in Hell, from a depth within me.

I try to escape, the emotions that come; but you can never be free, when you don’t know where they’re from.

An aching inside, that you can’t conceive; the Death Dealer is here, and he won’t let me leave.

You try to be smug, as you tell me your cure; you would choke on despair, if your pain was this pure.

You see that there’s signs, but you turn a blind eye; you sit there and judge, and think you know why.

The scars on my body, are an expression of will; I took all the beatings, and kept quiet and still.

I try to be cool, and wear a thick mask; I don’t know what to say, and don’t want you to ask.

There’s no way to explain, or give you a peek; a day in your life, takes me a week.

I try to be strong, and not feel like a waste; but your memories of me, would be best served erased.

A consumption of fire, that erupts from this pit; is a blank stare of pain, as I roast on this spit.

The chills that you see, that crawl up my spine; are the slayers of hope, come to drink me like wine.

I say that I’m fine, to make you feel better; you take it and run, and ignore my last letter.

The person you see, has become undone; I’ve been trapped in the darkness, with no light from the sun.

A limit we have, before we will break; but what do you do, when Death just won’t take.

 So you say that you know, and that you’ve been there; but your emotions so cold, it puts a chill in the air.

My expressions of pain, are buried down deep; fighting the fiends, for my eternal sleep.

Emotional blindness, is the illness you spread; it seeps in my pores, and fills me with dread.

I shake and I twitch, from the poison inside; which one do you see, my Jekyll or Hyde.

So I sit here and smile, and put on a good show; for this person you see, you really don’t know.

                                          By Ron Lee