Nov 102014
 

Stoned Razor Blades 

Stoned razor blades, 
Strewn over the floor, 
Drenched entirely with blood – 
As another lost soul bleeds out, 
Leaving nothing behind but her fragile skin. 
Her mask was cracked. 
She could not escape the voices 
That were eternally calling her home. 

Mags Alden, June 26, 2009 

Fragile souls often are more gifted and know what it is to operate out of love.

Jan 072010
 

Curse of the Black Dog

The very essance of you gets torn away.

Once the black dog’s fangs tear away your flesh,
The core of who you are has died forever.

Mags Alden, May 18, 2009
Jan 072010
 

Cyclic Nightmares

The black dog lurks around every crevice of my being.
Advance payed in her rent so an eviction she can evade.
Not one pinch of colour on the walls of my cell –
Just the stench of shattered dreams –
A pinch of cyclic nightmares –
My private hell.

Mags Alden, April 21, 2009
Jan 072010
 

Family Affair

Have to learn to cope with the family in my mind.

The Black Dog has tightened his noose
Of torment around my mind –
Using his cousin Psychotic to intensify its grasp.
Can’t use my psychedelic euphoric pills to alleviate the strain.
Otherwise The Black Dog’s niece Hallucinogenic will join the family affair.
Where can I go? Where can I hide?
This family of madness is consuming my mind.

Mags Alden, June 25, 2009