Uhhhhhhh
Another day of work.
But I have to do it.
I watch the clock slowly move its old hands,
Its ways to make every second drag for hours elude me.
Last five minutes of class
I look across the class to my friend.
He’s asleep.
I don’t even hear the teacher anymore, it’s just incoherent babbling now.
I look back up at the clock.
It’s only been thirty seconds.
I get reminded from when I was young.
I never worried how fast things were going-
I liked the speed.
But slowly, the realization came to me.
I’ve gone too fast.
Now the years of youth are gone,
and I am alone.
Every night I stare at the ceiling,
Wishing they’d come back.
Maybe, just maybe,
I’ll dream about it.
As I stare at the ceiling,
Wishing the years would come back.
The taste of blood
The desire to destroy
Something must fall
For me to be okay
The red haze blurs my vision,
My thoughts are clouded by one impulse
Lash out.
Fight.
Kill.
It makes you wish for revenge
Makes you care more for vengeance than your own well-being.
Behind the narrowed eyes, and determined look,
There’s a storm.
And it will tear and shred anything
If you keep feeding it…
You’re gonna get hurt.
Sometimes people forget
How quickly a life will end.
Mine will be a fraction of a second,
Yours may not be so fast.
Entire cities obliterated,
Homes destroyed,
We scorch and scar our world,
But to what purpose?
All lives will end some day.
But I guess people forget that, too.
Or maybe that’s how people think.
It will all be forgotten one day,
So they leave a mark.
Another scar to add to the already burning Earth.
So take a picture.
Because it will last longer.
Dragged you to the depths
The depths of your mind
Where all the hate swirls around you like a tornado of negativity
And yet,
I still see the good.
I still see you haven’t done all things horrid.
But that does not excuse you from your fate.
Your fate of your sin.
You’ve lied,
Stolen,
Murdered.
And still you beg me,
“Let me leave!”
Never shall you escape
For the weight of your sin
Is too great.
People say there are two roads
One to failure and one to success.
But someone who actually knows will tell you,
There is only one road, littered with failure.
So the only question that matters is,
Are you going to stop before you reach the end?
