'Shorties' Collection

Old

When I look upon the Earth,
I pity what I see.
For man has yet to reach
the wisdom of the tree.

Old 12-8-09

You're so lonesome you could cry?
I'm so alone that I could die
And guess who would come to my funeral,
Me. Myself. And I.

Old

A bullet to the heart,
A bullet to the brain,
It doesn't really matter,
You're dead anyway.

He doesn't care.
He doesn't give a shit about you.
And I hate you for that.
Why can't you be worth caring for?

Old

Watch me as I build my Wall.
Solid, Like stone,
Miles tall.
Watch me as I leave you behind.
I'll turn my back on the world,
To keep myself blind.
Watch me as I toil in hate.
Then you'll know your too late,
To save me from myself.


2-1-11
sometimes I have to
remind myself
that I'm just
skin and bone.
just because I'm alive
doesn't mean I have to feel.