Dark as Night

Depression has a face.
Like a virus, it invades its host.
It sucks the lifeblood hard and fast,
It destroys,
Destructive and devastating it breaks down,
All joy and content taken,
Snatched away from its owner,
Left alone to suffer in the dark,
I weep,
Loud and chocked,
My body shakes as the tears emerge,
It is muted and it causes fright,
In a darkness,
Black as night.

The Thing

It lives inside of me,

This pain I cannot see,

It hides inside my soul,

My torment it’s only goal,

It thirves inside of me,

This thing that will not be seen,

But day after day I slay it,

For it will not win,

And I will not give in,

To this thing that no one else can see.

In These Small Hours

Cause in these small hours the sun will come through,
Tumbling over the mountains and dew,
And in these small hours,
The light becomes new,
Stumbling over the moments of truth,
And in this small light,
My heart really grew,
Knowing its path all led back to you,
Cause even in the dark,
The sun will shine through,
Rumbling over the darkest of days.

My Song

Starting the day,

Praying away,

The pain of yesterday,

Hoping to God,

That he hears my song,

That I won’t have to hold on for too long,

Needing an answer,

Do I need to speak louder?

Or will he hear me over the rain?

Patiently waiting,

Desperately praying,

For the sunshine once again.

My Little Queer Heart

Into the puddle I fell,

And soon found it to be the ocean,

It was unexpected,

Against every fibre of my rainbowed being,

And yet it was right,

In a instant you changed,

My whole perception of love erased,

You showed me the truth,

That love knows no group,

No label or categorising statement,

Like the ocean it too moves,

Fluid and perfect,

It captured my heart,

Brought it back to start,

And with you it’s beats perfectly,

The little queer heart,

The one with lots of art.