(And wow, that's just.. way too many. I only write when I need a vent or I'm really inspired, so I actually haven't done anything new in a month or two)
Should I?
(Written while listening to Stone Sour - 'Zzyzx Rd.')
I didn’t give the warnings
Who would ever guess?
Who would ever think that I
Would get in this mess?
As I sit and ponder on
What I’m going to do
A thought wanders through my mind
Simply- ‘Where are you?’
Were you thinking about me
When you went to sleep?
I hesitate. I’m yours, but
Am I yours to keep?
Should I think of what you want
Or go my own way?
Should I follow through with this?
Will you make me stay?
I slowly put the gun down
So before I go
Write your name on the bullet
This way people will know
That you would be the last thing
going through my head.
Then I pick the gun up
And paint the walls red
Down You Go
(A fun poem that got me sent to the guidance counselor. Twice.)
Move the blade
Part the skin
See the blood
From within
Bubble up
Trickle down
Drip, drip
To the ground
Grab your wrist
Change your mind
Come this far
Just to find
You don't want this
It's too late
Can't stop now
Filled with hate
Toward yourself
For doing this
For imagining
The eternal bliss
That isn't there
After life
Fading fast
Drop the knife
Past regrets
Things no more
Lives once lived
Hit the floor
Disappearing
Like the blood
Flowing from you
Like a flood
Try and try
To stop the flow
But you can't
And down you go
Meat Grinder
Isolation
I’m alone, but surrounded
Millions of people, but nobody to talk to
They’re all sheep.
A huge ******** flock, all mindless drones being led to the slaughterhouse
Me? I’m off to the side of the line, watching
And wondering just how they could be so ******** stupid
They must not know where they’re being led.
They must only be able to see the a** of the person in front of them.
But I know that’s not it
They know exactly where they’re going.
They just don’t care enough to do anything about it.
It’s too much effort to step out of line
Too hard to think for themselves
Much too hard.
Too ******** bad.
As I watch, I lose faith
Is this what we’ve become?
And what of those who aren’t in line?
Who’re leading these poor sheep to their doom?
What of the shepherds?
They care only about themselves-
How much meat they can get out of the little body
How quickly they can bleed them dry, and then move on to the next
I wonder what they plan to do once they run out of sheep?
Once they’ve killed the last one
I’m trying not to let that happen
I can’t do much now, but maybe eventually…
Maybe, if I find other wolves like myself…
We can find the other wolves
Hidden in sheep’s clothing
Waiting to be set free of the flock
Maybe I can save them.
(Written while listening to Stone Sour - 'Zzyzx Rd.')
I didn’t give the warnings
Who would ever guess?
Who would ever think that I
Would get in this mess?
As I sit and ponder on
What I’m going to do
A thought wanders through my mind
Simply- ‘Where are you?’
Were you thinking about me
When you went to sleep?
I hesitate. I’m yours, but
Am I yours to keep?
Should I think of what you want
Or go my own way?
Should I follow through with this?
Will you make me stay?
I slowly put the gun down
So before I go
Write your name on the bullet
This way people will know
That you would be the last thing
going through my head.
Then I pick the gun up
And paint the walls red
Down You Go
(A fun poem that got me sent to the guidance counselor. Twice.)
Move the blade
Part the skin
See the blood
From within
Bubble up
Trickle down
Drip, drip
To the ground
Grab your wrist
Change your mind
Come this far
Just to find
You don't want this
It's too late
Can't stop now
Filled with hate
Toward yourself
For doing this
For imagining
The eternal bliss
That isn't there
After life
Fading fast
Drop the knife
Past regrets
Things no more
Lives once lived
Hit the floor
Disappearing
Like the blood
Flowing from you
Like a flood
Try and try
To stop the flow
But you can't
And down you go
Meat Grinder
Isolation
I’m alone, but surrounded
Millions of people, but nobody to talk to
They’re all sheep.
A huge ******** flock, all mindless drones being led to the slaughterhouse
Me? I’m off to the side of the line, watching
And wondering just how they could be so ******** stupid
They must not know where they’re being led.
They must only be able to see the a** of the person in front of them.
But I know that’s not it
They know exactly where they’re going.
They just don’t care enough to do anything about it.
It’s too much effort to step out of line
Too hard to think for themselves
Much too hard.
Too ******** bad.
As I watch, I lose faith
Is this what we’ve become?
And what of those who aren’t in line?
Who’re leading these poor sheep to their doom?
What of the shepherds?
They care only about themselves-
How much meat they can get out of the little body
How quickly they can bleed them dry, and then move on to the next
I wonder what they plan to do once they run out of sheep?
Once they’ve killed the last one
I’m trying not to let that happen
I can’t do much now, but maybe eventually…
Maybe, if I find other wolves like myself…
We can find the other wolves
Hidden in sheep’s clothing
Waiting to be set free of the flock
Maybe I can save them.
