Pity
I truely hate that word
Its so weak
So absurd
You can grovel all you want about your neglect
Or you can shut the hell up
And earn some respect

I love to cheat the Reaper
He's always so gloomy
He's always such a creeper

I love to lie to Hell
Burning with brimestone
Such an aweful smell

I love to trick the devil
He even laughs at that
Probely because we're on the same level

I would love to speak to god
But whatever calls him down off his lazy *** must be broken
Or maybe for him, the ground of mortals is to filthy to trod

Death isn't a game
Its not chess
Its not hopscotch
Or tic tac toe
We can't expect it to be fair
Death is scam
Because no matter where you move your king
Your already ******

Creatures crawling in my skin
A metamorphasis from within
A reflection of the other me
I laugh at who I'm supposed to be

This is for the stoic
No one asks if they're okay
They really wish to hear that question
Somedays

This is for the kind
They smile wave and applaud
Just imagine all the pain
That hides behind their walls

This is for the silent
Not only voices do they hide
But everybodys secrets
Bottled up inside

I don't know who this is for
Have it if you so desire
This one may be your kindling
To your inner fire

My bones are like steel poles
They hold me up so I don't fall
My skin is like armor
Protecting me from any squall
My muscles are like an army
To save me from lifes decay
And though my person may be a fortress
My heart is easy to fray

When birds start to sing
And the day dances a new
When the grass waves its arms
Shining with morning dew
Where the worlds resets
For just a little while
For five seconds troubles are forgotten
And we allow ourselves a smile