If You Can't Stand The Heat, Get Out Of Hell

You are so beautiful,
all you do is use.

You are such an animal,
your actions are a fuse.

Connected to a bomb,
waiting to explode.

All the things you do,
it makes your soul erode.

You feel bad,
for yourself that is.

Its really quite hilarious,
you think your quite a wiz.

You say you have so little,
and yet you have so much.

You feel like your falling,
and yet you don't get the rush?

How about you do a little sin,
but only one, but only once.

Your so funny,
your such a dunce.

Don't you know you'll develop a habit,
you'll become so rabid.

I guess you have to make your own choices,
but you'll never listen to the right voices.

You need to stop,
your not in the right state of mind.

But you'll never stop,
Until, yourself in Hell you'll find.

Leuokee

The day I was advised to call,
was the day that I thought I had it all,
You let it ring, I felt as if I was a king.
Answering machine, I chose to hang,
of it I didn't think anything,
three days later,
I discover im not a patient waiter.
I call again, and leave a message,
by then I should have took the presage.
The next day I hear the ring,
I run to the phone careful not to make a scene.
I answer,
I hear your voice,
a sigh of relief comes through my soul.
You tell me of your condition,
of which good health has been stole,
you of a life,
me and this thing have a bout of strife.
I cry,
I weep,
I scream in disbelief,
that this could happen,
to you of all people.
Soon you would be under a steeple,
I make promise,
to come see, for you
I make a very special potpourri.
A month or so goes by,
and I am on my way,
fearing what fate holds in store for my day.
We drive,
we speed,
you are a special kind of breed.
The kind that cares,
the kind that loves,
the kind that hugs,
the undeserving kind.
I wait by your hospital door,
take a deep breath and open the door.
There I see you,
laying in your bed,
and what I see is what I dread.
Your hair is gone,
your skin is pale,
your energy is absent,
and I can't help but wail.
I give myself a talk,
and make amends.
As soon as I do,
you wake,
and we instantly remember become once again friends,
even in your health you always manage to make me smile.
We laugh, we visit, we pray,
it was an overall nice day.
We leave, and promise to visit again,
little do I know that leukemia would be my bane.
Two months later,
I feel strain,
I try to call but voicemail claims the
conversation once again.
The next day,
I go to school,
trying to live the day anew.
I arrive at home,
with my mother bearing news.
She sits me down and says to me
of which what has happened to my dear Cherokee.
I scream, I wail, I weep, I fail,
to do what I should have done,
I could have called more,
I could have visited longer, more.
It is somehow my fault that this
has happened.
And I must let it haunt me,
until the day I die.

A Madness Shared By Two

I always seem to be in vain,
perhaps im just insane.
Perhaps im not in love,
there is no "all of the above."
Im hideous, and beautiful,
I always make a scene.
Im monochrome, delirious,
Im nothing that I seem.
I fall through the cracks,
and end up in the ground.
my hands and feet, safely bound.
I look up to see the light,
and see an unexpected, awful sight.
I touch you, you cringe,
your always in a binge.
Im sick of all these things,
everythings attached by strings.
Talking is just a waste of breath,
and living is just a waste of death.
But then I just forget, that its me and
you, and you and me, until we've got nothing leaft.

You Meddling Fool

You meddling fool, have you no thought?
You meddling fool, you look so distraught.
You meddling fool, what were you thinking?
You meddling fool, I hope you realise your sinking.
You meddling fool, your all black and white.
You meddling fool, stay away from the fight.
You meddling fool, where is your posture?
You meddling fool, you'll never be faster.
You meddling fool, your so far from light.
You meddling fool, your so full of fright.
You meddling fool, they use you as a tool.
You meddling fool, you've crashed, you've burned.
You meddling fool, your next stop is an urn.

Do You Not Understand?

Do You Not Understand?

The days where light is not right,
where life is all a fight.
where the ends never seem to mend.
where love doesn't come from above.
where breatheing just passes the time.
where you can't tell your left from your right.
where you can't sleep at night.
and all your left with is nothing,
at least its better than something.