years 1-4
I’m not here to quote the bard
Billy boy died years ago
His fall broke the mirror
I am just a shard
Before you miss me from the start
Let me clarify, this is no high art
One hand in the cookie jar
The other in the oven
Can you feel karma coming?
Float by the pigs eye
Slither through the halls
Id say don’t stand in the open
But what of yours would be taken?
Confession booth of traitors
Plotting every day ways to make the soul ache
Do not go out the door
Do not look out the window
Better not tell your parents the lies you hear
And always always remember, in this cold empty place
“Everything”- you need
Nothing is here.
Year two.
I am a warrior.
I have survived the hatred of hundreds
Who care not what my name is
I will overcome
I will fight
I am the darkness of the night
To bring peace to every days consuming light
My blood may be spilled,
My pain may be great,
But i will carry on.
Because only the pain will keep me on pace
Year three
Get by,
Two words that surround me
In these constant epiphanies
No matter what it takes from you,
Save them all
I cant bear to see another
Salty tears saturating the sidewalk sutchers of the damned.
These are my kin
The wretched, the lonely, the dead lost in sin
Walk fast, they need help soon
But watch out for union goons
A bird hovers over me
Follows me anywhere i go
The raven caws my name in a starved gasp
A harbinger of death
I will keep fighting, until my last breath
Year 4
My knuckles are cracked
My hands an etch-a-sketch of scars
My mind a troubled child locked in a car
Screaming forward
Never stopping for any reason
Someday they’ll call it treason
Someday they will see the season
When all their wrongs haunt them in their dreams
They will stare into the madness where we live
And those men in their hollowness will weep,
In fear of their own sudden life
As i said, this is no high art
This is real love and real hate
With real pain from someone left in the dark
And between you and me, the contrast is stark.