When it seems our Pains are much,
When our heart are badly hurt,
He warms us with His peace!

When trouble embraces our soul,
In which it can't let go,
He brings us peace!

When it seems Our tears ain't real,
Like He doesn't see it,
Let it be known that,
He sees it all!

Those pains?
He knows about it,
About the sorrows?
He'll surely wipe our tears!

The invisible Voices,
Which we echoed,
To just our pillow,
He hears!

How far can you let them take you
down the road of self-destruction?
While you try to build them up
help them in reconstruction

Do you let them take the food
from your family's mouth
steal your rent, your sleep
while they are going south?

How many times do you try
before you finally get tough
Do you let them destroy you
before enough is just enough?

Yes, we loved our son
but we had to let him go
Down the road to ruination
though we loved him so

No Matter What!

his youth was
still upon him,
although he knew it not.

when things
got a bit rough
he drew a hit of pot.

it didn't
make him wiser
confusing him instead

sitting
at the drawing table
when he should have gone to bed

not considering
any different, he knew he was right
refusing to reconsider other choices

he locked out
reason pounding in his ears
hearing only their exaggerated voices.

The Dance (by: eddy styx)

a stunning woman,
nature's work of art.
hazel eyes that flashed,
beneath a brunette part.

dark hair in glossy fashion
nature had not skimped.
her vanity was obvious
as she preened and primped.

the mirror, her bosom friend
this room had one on every wall.
a tiny woman, delicate and petite
for her charms, most men would fall.

noticing her lovely appearance
from across the well lit room,
crossing the floor, I bowed before her,
she not feeling her coming doom.

Rumours

Lost in a daydream, symphony played
Floydesque notes drawn out
Time on my back, my hair is greyed
Music louder, hear it shout

Smooth drawn bows of violins
My ears filling with the sun
Shining diamonds are my sins
I really think the Money's won

Sweeping choruses, string voices strained
register bells are ringing
Them, who are us being drained
and they are still singing

Fluted notes being blown aloft
saxaphones fluttering wails
Cello marrying tones so soft
Tears that stream, filling pails

Just A Dream

Sister's Monster
(eddy styx and Cat)

This year's been a rollercoaster ride
traumatic scenes and all
Bad news around every corner hides
I wait for good news to call

It's been too long, since we have heard
glad tiding's voice of cheer
None but the croak of the raven bird
has come upon our ear

With skipping hearts that simply race
when touched with worsening news
We must try to keep the pace
fighting back with happy views

I want you to hurt me, make me feel pain
Inflict all your hurt onto me
Let this agony become my joy
Use me, abuse me like an unwanted toy

I need you to hurt me, make me scream out
Focus all your hurt into me
Let this torture become my desire
Use me & abuse me, harder & faster

Bondage & Discipline
Make me sore, break me in

Dominance & Submission
Every fetish, every sin

Sadism & Masochism
Make me bleed, break my skin