What Ever Happened?Your classmate goes home and takes a drag,your sister's popping pills.That's not basil in your son's Ziplock bag.Your daughter stays home, yet isn't ill.Your child's grades are beginning to failwhile your niece snorts a line."Oh, it's a phase. She isn't frail."Seriously? She's only nine.Your son gets beat senseless every hour in the hallwhile your daughter hides away her wrists.Yet when she sits in her room and doesn't speak at allis when you start getting pissed?Your wife's a drunk and you don't really mind,it won't effect your kid at all.Then again, this Friday nightshe took shots in your apartment complex's hall.Your son's friends are in a gangand your daughter got knocked up.She's only 13 and you let her bang?Let her stuff her bras for a C cup?Your nephew comes over and shares his crackwith your pure little girl.Yet you forgive her when she comes backand does her little polka-dot dress twirl?Your daughter comes home and begins to cry;"Mommy, I've been raped
Dinner For TwoAh, it was great, a bloodshed for two.Best restaurant and a perfectly timed redevous.It was quater to one and they were all out to eat.But from the menu, we requested their meat.The waiter looked at us with a confused daze.As we stared back with our bloodthirsty gaze.We dove right in, no, literally.Straight to his chest as we ripped the arteries.Out came his heart in just a few beats.At this would be great with some children's feet.We walked to the screaming family of four.Grabbing their daughter from running out the door.The poor thing, she was only five.And now she'd be eaten alive.Snap, snap, there her ankles go!Laughing hystarically as the blood would spew and flow.Into our unhinged jaws and down our throat.Her feet sailed down like a boat.As the people tried and tried to fled.Before coming to the door, they were dead.We jumped on their backs, snapping their necks.Should I tear this one apart? Ah, what the heck!Chunk by chunk, her flesh came off.As my partner
We're All DyingJust because you have it worse,Does not mean I can't feel afraid.Just because you have a curse,Doesn't mean we're all in our own game.You have your burden, I have mine,Don't tell me not to fear.Honestly, my courage is on the line.My bravery is nowhere near.I'm falling down onto the floor,My knees have been gouged out.So tell me, what are you waiting for?You can't make time to help me now?I can't pick myself up here.There's nothing to hold onto.So let me grab your hand, dear.And let me be saved by you.
What Is There To Repair?I do not quite believe,It is just because I'm a teen.Not because of hormones, no,But something deep within my soul.I'll suddenly drop my smile,And sit just for a while.And think of why it's now a frown,But I never really know quite how.What's wrong this time?What happened to me here?Nothing at all, no bit of crime,Yet I want to shed a tear.No tears fall again tonight,I just sit and shake.I finally whisper a short "Alright."And lay down for my own sake.I can't fix myself anymore,I don't know what there is to repair.All I know, it chills me to the core,And as I freeze, I can only sit and stare.Stare at how I break away,As I slowly let go of myself.You can't save me after today,And neither can anyone else.Maybe if I tried years ago,To put the pieces in place.My blood wouldn't fall like snow,as tears run down my face.