Grievous

Photo By: MadamChryzl “Vermillionville”

Grievous people do even more grievous things…

In the world with ebony skies the raven sings…

“O Hark, light escapes and the darkness trails my wings.”

Desperate people do desperate things…

There is no measure for sorrow or of how a scorned thorn stings…

Silence can sing…

Defense is King…

Grievously desperate people do grievously desperate things… Madamchryzl

My Favorite Chair

Photo By: MadamChryzl
(Custom Tattoos by Andy-Hill Country Texas)

This is my favorite chair…

I love it so much I can feel my endorphins flare…

I am welcomed to sit or lay… But I choose to fly…

I gaze upon and sigh…

It’s intentions are written in ink, on my skin…

The sounds and vibrations hold tales of sin..

Markings of color and black…

Pain and pleasure the two continue to stack…

To such great heights, my nerve endings ascend.

There is no way to falsify or pretend… I love the magic that takes place from beginning to end…

Laying in vulnerable state, my trust is garnished and served on a plate…

Lines are curved, waves are straight… Dreams are dreamt and the past is fate…

Wrongs become right… Imagination becomes sight…

In this chair, my darkness becomes light, and in this chair my demons lose every fight…

Alteration of my being, inner visions become seeing…

No other place can pain become so freeing…

My Mawmaw… (arguably one of the most kick ass Southern women till the day she passed) would say:

“Baby girl, fix ya problems… Ain’t NO ONE else gunna do it forya.  Life is hard and it won’t get any easier… So get use to it, sha.”

Miss you Mawmaw… I miss you lots…

MadamChryzl-

I was hesitant on posting this one bc it is quite eclectic… I’ve been told that I was very odd for liking this song so much… The lyrics complement the pain and satisfy a dark hunger… RIP to the singer….

Pain works on a sliding scale
So does pleasure in a candy jail
True love doesn’t come around any more than fate allows on a Monday in Ft. Lauderdale
I came all this way to see your grave
To see your life as written paraphrased
I have tried be it is written in the furnace of affliction
This is what you couldn’t faceLife in a candy jail
Peppermint bars
Peanut brittle bunk beds and marshmallow walls
Where the guards are gracious
And the grounds are grand
And the warden keeps the data on your favorite brandsJelly beans and cookie dough
Country restroom on a radio
I got a number on my name
It’s hard to rise above the shame
I’m a branded man made in the moldThese terms engulf the waking mind.
Like cherry, grape and lemon-lime
Like candy corn and licorice
Like bubble gum and Swedish fish
It happens to me all the timeLiving in a candy jail
With peppermint bars
Peanut brittle bunk beds
And marshmallow walls
Where the guards are gracious
And the grounds are grand
And the warden really listens
And he understands

http://Candy Jail https://g.co/kgs/2WQxhN

I Lie To Myself

Photo by: Madamchryzl

I tell myself, if you only knew….

What I was going through…

That there is so much that you would do…

Perhaps you would hold me and tell me that this was meant to be…

Maybe if you would look into my eyes and see, what this has done to me…

I tell myself, that somewhere out there you really do still care…

I lie to myself, because speaking the truth is something that you do not dare…

Madamchryzl

Phantasm Vs Fantasy

I married a ghost and fell in love with a dream…

Maybe it is not as bad as it may seem…

My ghost only haunts 100 days out of the year…. and well my dream, he was able to disappear…

Though they both are invisible and unable to be seen… Simultaneously, they are rather mean…

My ghost can speak and my ghost can laugh… But my dream, he lit a candle onto an unknown path… MadamC

Jester Of Hearts

My Heart is quite a fool… She is a continuous embarrassment of mine…

Although, she is quite punctual and hurts me all the time…

For over three decades she has deceived and mislead…

And a

All that I hear are hurtful laughs from my head…

“HA!

As if!”

“HA!

Get a grip!”

No need of convincing, I am a fool from tip to tip…

A toy amongst the tongues of silver and gold…

Never have I imagined hearts of ice could be this cold….

My heart hates me and I do not possess a single doubt…

Still, she remains a part of me that I just can not live with out…

Unwillingly, a Jester is what I shall remain…… She chose to stay with you; she is something only you contain. -Madamchryzl-

Photo By: MadamChryzl

Water hung from her finger tips like tears…

Her gown drenched in the heaviness of her fears…

She waltzed the whole way, barely touching the floor…

Voraciously, her body craved emptiness and needed more…

Harrowed, she cried and circled to try and find a way…

In the places she roamed, never was it day…

Seemingly infinite stone tablets with names and dates…

None of which the markings properly described fates…

She wined about the confines of the iron spades that held her within…

She moaned and she drifted, knowing that her ghostly search would never end…

But……

Perhaps Mother October, this once, will allow her to pretend… -Madamchryzl-

Cheers… “Sumnabitch”… This video reminds me of the movie Cry Baby… One of my child-ish hood faves. 🥰

I’m gonna need someone to help me
I’m gonna need somebody’s hand
I’m gonna need someone to hold me down
I’m gonna need someone to care
I’m gonna writhe and shake my body
I’ll start pulling out my hair
I’m going to cover myself with
The ashes of you and nobody’s gonna give a damnSon of a bitch
Give me a drink
One more night
This can’t be me
Son of a bitch
If I can’t get clean
I’m gonna drink my life away

Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh ohNow for seventeen years I’ve been throwing them back
Seventeen more will bury me
Can somebody please just tie me down
Or somebody give me a goddamn drink

Son of a bitch
Give me a drink
One more night
This can’t be me
Son of a bitch
If I can’t get clean
I’m gonna drink my life away

Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhmMy heart was breaking, hands are shaking, bugs are crawling all over me
My heart was breaking, hands are shaking, bugs are crawling all over me
My heart was breaking, hands are shaking, bugs are crawling all over me
My heart was breaking, hands are shaking, bugs are crawling all over meSon of a bitch
Give me a drink
One more night
This can’t be me
Son of a bitch
If I can’t get clean
I’m gonna drink my life away

Son of a bitch
Give me a drink
Son of a bitch
This can’t be me
Son of a bitch
If I can’t get clean
I’m gonna drink my life awayOh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh ohOh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh

https://youtu.be/1iAYhQsQhSY

Lines of Sight 2.0

I can set my sights as far as I can see and know that you are still waiting with me.

My faults could be sprawled across the skies and erasing them would not be worth the tries.

Loving me comes with so much anguish and battle stands… Yet you rest in comfort within these pain inflicting hands…

Pains seems to come with my affections. I just plea to you; I’m sorry, please continue to battle with my rejections.

For my sights are set as far as I can see; and in the horizon, the morning sun is setting for you and me.

Morticia and Gomez

My Love,

You ropes and chains are a bit tight.

Thank you dearly, the pain is just right.

You smile lovely, with your tender lips.

Less tender are your whips.

I am your slave.

Never will I behave.

My mischief will drive you red.

Loving every bit of the torture that I bring to your head.

Madamchryzl

I suppose I might be in there somewhere…

Perhaps insignificant as some sort of random wild hair?

MAYBE just a thought, would you dare?

Probably not… because you are standing RIGHT THERE…

Am I truly, just so lovely and rare?

It is now obvious, I know… You no longer care…

You can stumble and stare…

ADVISORY, beware…

But I was so warm, O such a flare?

O troubling? Am I… The Snare?

“O, My Love!” I did declare…

“O what a couple? O what a pair?”

O WHAT! A LOVE WE HAD TO SHARE!

Your cost is deafening, quite unfair… Madamchryzl…

XoXo..

Candle With Out A Flame

My Love, would you please light a candle for me?

Ignite a flame so that I might see…

I stumble in the dark and close my eyes in the light…

My hands hurt from holding on too tight…

There is no sense to be made…

Only tears to cascade…

A new season has risen since you fled…

Void of any sweet words to be read…

Your eyes only know what you have to see…

But I am blind, please light a candle for me…

*Madamchryzl*

Day 33

Amore Mio

Amore Mio – A tribute to Leon & Mathilda “The Professional”

His presence was like static to her finger tips… Instantly, his shoulders had always belonged to her lips…

He made her pant and the air hard to breathe… All that he took; surely, he was a thief…

Uncommon and a sight, their differences were… The skeptics were a bore, or rather a blur…

Time and numbers were never very kind… He knew one day he would always leave her behind…

They filled a golden treasure box full of hours and days… As time moved on with out him; all that she was left was a tearful haze…

She sobbed and she wept; O her man of time… She mourned and faded over his ghost, over time…

Every morning and every night she prayed that she would hear; “I love you” once more… Till then; their locked treasure box was all that was left to adore… Madamchryzl… 

Snow Globe

Somewhere in this life’s infinite space, we can love..

There once was time, when our existence was beautiful enough to be captured within a glass bubble blown to circumference… Suspended in liquid with glitter and snow…

Overlooking the rest of the world on fire, we could hold each other safely. *Madamchrzyl*

The Dark Side of Me can calculate and perpetrate…

Inspiration from in which the shadows stipulate…

With primordial instincts she listens well..

Her smile will delude, not a single denizen could tell…

Softly spoken screams inch their way in…

Unpredictable palpable darkness by days end…

O The Dark Side ofMe…

October on the bayou, is born again… it’s anew….

It brings elements of plenty and elements of few…

Long days of light bring conjure up an amplified night…

No need to investigate through the caliginous maze; your shadow shall cast about and find the ways…

 The fall orbit brings in fields of treasure and harvests of the darkest pleasure…

Murky waters radiate heavy and electrifying energies.

Souls of the night world gather their synergies.

 They are bound to an eternity of giving…

Finding their own way to feel like they are living…

In this ancient world of gramarye…

Wise, one would be; to stay away… MadamC

Shakespeare wrote of baited breath as if he knew my love would be my death…

No glee or smile is true since you have left…

Not a tear has been spared. Not a word of honesty has been shared…I’m so uncertain and so very scared…

I mourn you day in and day out…

I am the only company Misery and Darkness will allow…

Broken and Sharp are my pieces; all scattered…

A ghostly mirror gravely fragmented; all shattered…

O Shakespeare, your tales of love and tragedy seems to by only life’s strategy…

Tuesday Song-Oakwood by Angus/Julia Stone

Such a fun tune… Enjoy…

Sneak us there in the middle of the night, oh
Sit up on your roof, have some beers beneath the stars, lover
I can see you there holding my hand, girl
Looking in my eyes, oh, giving me the look, lover
Talking bout the lovers that we had, oh
Bag them bones, let’s forget all about the others
Look so pretty girl, even when you’re high
It’s funny, all the shit we speak when we close our eyes, baby

Lovers soon to be lovers
Lovers soon to be others
Lovers soon to be lovers

We met on the beat beat only ones alive
Left here to be the only ones to live as lovers
Trying to move slow but we’re so liquored up
Rolling with the wind like a dusty old pick up truck

Drinking on the weekend, weekday
Never get a break to say the things I wanna say, lover
Coke binge state that I’m living in, honey
Trying to reach out for a little bit of your money

Lovers soon to be lovers
(Like a shadow in the moonlight)
Lovers soon to be others
Lovers soon to be lovers
(Like a shadow in the moonlight)

The Angry Side of me scorches the earth down each traveled path.

She screams like banshee and tears world’s apart with her wrath.

The sun harnesses her fury and power.

The moon shines over her victims as they cower.

The air warns of hells’ existence with each deathly scream.

The earth cradles the fragments left of a scorned dream.

The water surrounding her evaporates with each breath…

May you heed this warning less you risk a soulless death….

This song has been done a few times… I’m rather confident in saying EVERYONE knows Elvis’s version which is frikken GREAT… But here is a much different sounding HB Hotel… sang by a local celebrity.. Mr. Dax Riggs… in my book, his music makes him sound like the he is the King Of The Tortured….

Well, since my baby left me
I found a new place to dwell
It’s down at the end of lonely street
At heartbreak hotelAnd I get so lonely baby
I get so lonely baby
I get so lonely baby, I could dieOh, though it’s always crowded
You still can find some room
For broken hearted lovers
To cry there in their gloomI get so lonely baby
I get so lonely baby
I get so lonely baby, I could dieWell, the bell hop’s tears keep flowing
And the desk clerk’s dressed in black
They been so long on lonely street
They’ll never look backI’ve been so lonely baby
I’ve been so lonely baby
I’ve been so lonely baby, I could dieSo if your baby leaves you
You got a tale to tell
Just take a walk down lonely street
To heartbreak hotelI get so lonely baby
I get so lonely baby
I get so lonely baby, I could dieI could die

The Moon, Himself

I’ve never known this sort of pain… I only want rain…

I long for dark clouds and roaring thunder…

I imagine the earth will swallow me up and take me under…

My heart beats with haste and all time seems to be such a waste…

It has 380 hours since I breathed…

O only if there was anything else that I would want or need…

If it were diamonds, I’d obtain that luxury.

If it were train, I would hop on quite urgently.

If it were the stars, that would be simpler to obtain…

But not even The Moon Himself can prevent; how relief continues to escape my pain…

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