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 102010
 

Surrender

When every ounce of fight has gone.

Surrender to the sirens ringing in my head –
Resistance is futile my brain cells are dead.
The dreams that kept me flying have turned to vapor.
Entering the eternal mist –
Staring blankly at the ceiling –
Regret to exist.

Mags Alden, 2009, April 27
Jan 102010
 

Gift of My Heart

The angels allowed me to see the intense pain that someone close to me goes through in a very unconventional way. Naturally I could feel and experience their pain. It has changed me as I am as a person.

Concentration shattered,
Intensity broken,
Angels’ voices break through the silence.
Ability given to you,  this once,
To feel the immense pain of the broken heart.
Can you feel my heart?
The angels hand it to you
So that you can truly see
What it is like to live like me.

Mags Alden, 2009, April 27
Jan 092010
 

Bathe

Soaking in his liquid love
Drenched from tip to toe.
Mending the scars
Embedded in my soul.
I can find my voice scream.

Mags Alden, April 5, 2009
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
 

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
Jan 052010
 

The Next Cut is the Deepest

The quest to relieve mental anguish.

Blades have an urge
To cut beneath my skin.
They become enraged
With their inability
To hit the very bottom –
The more they cut
The less satisfied they are.
With each new day
The blades have to inflict
More pain and disfigurement
For their thirst to be quenched.

Mags Alden, June 21, 2009