(no subject)
and through a senseless journey home
the hypocrites discover
they are just like on another
fateful reminecence
murder me, each little thing
build a house for my hatred
build a cemetary
of decaying thoughts and diseased hope
weeping relativity
a death-fought grain
childish innocent hope diminished
hands that grip me, pushing me through life
melodramatic metaphors, mumbling words
in that order
a wondrous day.
.
slam the door
why respect a child so vain?
so brooding, so surly.
adolescent fumes, daring teenage adventurous slogans.
ignorant fools decipher
the seeming child says
the difference between
suicide, and anger?
flowering brains, growth pains
another meal destroyed the girl.
but behind such adolecent death-seeking attempts
do you see?
no exception
to the death urge.
.
walk
and weave
through sheltered alleys
gravitate towards walls
grotesque and pondering
thanked the past for the everlasting hellish hope
i hope i would decline your sudden mercy on impulse
and flee from the structured life, away from that world.
.
i sit in close and death-felt airways
i tripping over the smallest things
falling was cold and relieving
but now i'm standing
and feel the urge towards gravity