RageLike the ocean,
Take a breath and count your toes
Your rage spouts fire
Eyes rimmed black
You shoot your gun and watch
As your skin turns red
I cannot help your anger
At your nothingness inside
I cannot cure your ailment
You've conceived inside your mind
Your reality calls through
A twisted voice and broken mind
Stick a bullet t'ween your teeth, cause
I love the way your skin crawls
And maybe you will see
That three year-olds contain more grace
ParanoiaWhen you're being hunted, you don't
Realize it right away
But you know your heart knows
Those pinprick eyes don't lie
And you know to not turn around
Because that's when they
You may not see
The thing that stalks
But you smell it
You hear its labored breath
--maybe your own--
The musty smell of unclean
--maybe yours as well--
So you run
Because you know
--It will catch you in the end--
Its the only thing
That gives hope.
Strange and Beautiful Sometimes, late at night, I find myself between the worlds of the waking and the sleeping, and during these times I think. I think, with the same song playing over and over. During these times I sin so quietly that only the spiders nesting in the corners could hear my words. Tears--salty and sad, maybe joyful and sweet--drip down my cheek. It is during these times that I so desperately long.
Loneliness breaks men down. Loneliness claws your brain till all you can do is wrap your arms around yourself and hope it will hold you together. It's bittersweet; an object--expression--as fickle as a ghost, as flighty as a leaf upon sightless winds. Such is the meaning of tings that come and go.
Despite my words, I rarely feel it.
It is only when the crickets have long-since ceased their song, yet before the sun brings a new day (buffet style--good or bad, it is your choice) that I see this shifting thing called loneliness. I
Grand Escape"I...I-I-I... I wanted to LIVE!" She screamed at him, eyes frantic, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I wanted to grow up! I wanted to marry some day! I wanted to have a LIFE! AND NOW IT's all GONE, Derek. GONE. There won't BE a tomorrow! We're all going to DIE don't you understand? DIE." She lunged from the spot she sat, tackling Derek who grabbed her roughly by the shoulders. She dug her fingers into his back, firmly grasping the fabric of his shirt, searching desperately into his eyes for a reason not even she knew.
The girl slowly sunk to the floor, collapsing into a pile of tears once more, sobbing at the boy's feet. "Die..." she mumbled again.
Derek only peered sadly to her, sympathy on his features, lowering himself to his knees to look at her. He took her shoulders again, pulling her close, and saying to her sternly, "Listen, Emily, listen. We're not going to die, okay? We'll make it out of this, we'll survive. We'll live till we're a hundred and fifty two and we'll get out of