Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Death Is A Teenager

The nameless boy stands facing the entrance

A house of knowledge with laughing walls

The rain pours like homicide from his psyche

Wind blowing his tangled blond hair

Thin as a paper cut but housing a world of grief

The circus came and went in his head

All left is garbage piled to crimson-tinted eyes

Every word will be avenged, every taunt retorted

He opens the door and brings the gallows with him

Two .45s drawn before the young ones could repent

They were all guilty of being normal, sentenced to be statistics

Fireworks erupting in an ocean of oil and gasoline

Screams flying in the air mixing with blood

The schoolhouse was renovated to Potter's Field

Survivors clinging to their vital signs

Wondering what all the "harmless" teasing made

But the nameless boy will have the last laugh

Flashing a rare smile before turning the anguish on himself

Now the walls will weep until this generation passes

Mourning the loss of so many potential futures

Ended in an orgy of misanthropy,frustration, loneliness

Somewhere down the line all of this will be forgotten

And the nameless boy will return to another town

Shooting up his peers for another string of worthless insults

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