Two new pieces of writing, November twenty foiurth

Fade
11-24-07

He comes home lonley,
And sleeps sorely in a bed of blood and shame.
deamons prance like fairies through the shadowed corners.
On the tips of his sheets is the truth he kicks away,
he lost it long ago.
He shuts his eyes so tight,
and still his body screams the age he is but doesn't feel.
It's the ache of every fall he's ever taken.
It's the heartbreak of every love he's lost.
     Let the numbness fade...
She comes home to an empty shell
and collapses on the kitchen floor.
No one there to help her but the child inside.
The darkness inside is denser than the darkness surounding her.
Murdered any chance she had years ago,
Slaughtered any reason to be happy.
And now it's just pill to pill,
High to High.
And she cries and shakes and sobs,
Praying for the soul she lost long ago
     Let the numbness fade...

"Recognized"
11-24-07

Used to be a real person, with motivation and drive.
Used to have a purpose,
A reason to get out of bed
A reason to smile at the sun.
Now when i open my eyes
I remember I'm just a shell, lost track of who I was
Lost track of why I fought on
Lost track and now I don't know why I'm still here.
Live from high to high,
drug pick up to drug pick up...
Looked in the mirror today,
And as it cracked for the three hundred and sixty fifth day in a row
I saw broken dreams
Cracked skin
Bleeding lips
A soul in chains
A baby screaming
A little girl shaking in the corner.
I saw The sight of me,
Pale and gaunt
lost and scared.
I fell to my knees and started shaking,
gathering up slowly the shards of mirror that used
to be a face, a person, a dream,
a life I recognized.