I’m sorry I killed you.
I’m sorry you’re dead.
It was not my intention

I’m sorry I killed you.
I’m sorry you’re dead.
Am I really though?

           I’m sorry I killed you.
           I’m sorry you’re dead.
           It was my intention.

Pokémon cards all day long.
Puff the magic dragon is a very good song.
Curly hair and unbrushed teeth.
Toys everywhere, bedroom not so neat.

Cheeky smile and innocent eyes.
In that a tiny demon lies.
Mismatched clothing and barefoot feet.
Always wants to eat!

***** fingers and 6 years old.
Warm brown skin, almost gold.
Likes to talk; brag more like!
Blames things on his brother, that’s not right!

They are growing fast, but not enough.
Older and wiser, rather than faking tough.
For the love of god! STOP FIGHTING!
No kicking, no hitting, no biting!

Rico and Knight.
They love to fight.
Happy days.
Shining rays.

I know the toothless women
Who crumple on the streets
The rain bleeds through their cardboard,
The cold drips through their feet

I know the dying children
With anaesthetic arms
The angels crowd around them
With time that burns their palms

I've hugged the brainwashed gangsters
With money drenched in blood
I've heard their broken weeping
While digging up the mud

I've seen the starving faces
Of the tired girls at home
The broken, hectic psyches
That eat them to the bone

I know the burning poets
With a desperate thirst for life
The need for finding soulmates
That pierces like a knife

There's weary public servants
Who risk their lives for good
And prove compassion every day
Yet stay misunderstood

Human love is buried
Beneath the plastic weight
Of angry allegations
And a world that feeds off hate

These people may be messy,
But they're beautiful and real
With hidden dreams and secrets
And ability to feel

We have a place to run to
With lights of peach and gold
Where all the weight is lifted
And all our tales are told

We live in total freedom
So safe beneath the moon
And though it seems ambitious
Our dreams will save us soon

My skin is the base, for it is the cloth of creation.
Next is the first piece, made to cover my innocence.
Then comes the denim, sliding over my legs.
When I receive the top, I find it is a case.
It hides away the childish side but other days the bind does not try to hide.
The shoes are the choice because as I learn to take them off I also learn to put them on.
I am dressed and ready to go, but wait and stop at the door,
Because these clothes do not fit any more.

Soon comes the bands to tie up my hair, after I have gotten all of my new pairs.
Frames are places upon my face. They are a cage and the beginning of my change.
Then the spikes are added bottoms of my sneakers because the race is beginning to start.
I stop again, another interference,
The weather has begun to change again.

I head to the room and peal everything off only to once put it on again
The one thing remains, and it is my layer of skin, it is the one that will stay even at the end.
Soon new clothes cover, the bottoms and then the tops, still in the same order.
Then stop once more because something has been forgotten.

It is too late now, they go over the shoes.
Throw on a hat to cover my tangled locks and a scarf to cover the marks.
Later is the paint, to cover the mistakes.
I walk out the door and realize I am different.

My socks are on, but over my flats. Sorry, I missed a step and had to go back.
It’s too hot for my scarf so I take it off. Then underneath is all the paint.
I used it to cover all of the mistakes but it itself was one in the same.
I can feel the stares although none existed. I hid in the bathroom to change my reflection.
There is no chance now because what I wear is now all that is there.
I go back out and hold my head high, after I covered myself, from the human eye.

Foggy vision, bathroom stall.
Clear water, hard fall.
Stomach aches, bruises form.
I feel hopeless and still torn.

I can handle it.
I can handle all their ****.
I can handle drowning in a toilet bowl.
But I can’t handle half of a whole.

Two pieces lying next to me.
It’s gone, I can’t hear the music that sets me free.
They ripped it apart.
Not smart.

Now I’m ******, now their dead.
They should be lucky if they leave with their heads.
**** them. **** them all.
Blood litters the red bathroom stall.

3 came in and now 1 leaves.
Now they’re scared, scared of me.
They’re shocked, I normally don’t say a word.
But I’m angry, right and wrong have blurred.

I don’t regret it, they leave me alone.
Well, they do. Until I walk home.
One is the loneliest number.
Especially against eleven others.

A dismal king sat with his deadly crown,
Upon a bejeweled throne he continued to frown.
Meaningless wars over petty grounds.
Screaming swords, normal sounds.

A lonely queen sat with her unwanted crown,
Upon an isolated throne, land broken and brown.
Horrific fighting over ghastly gold,
She longs to lay down her deck and fold.

An empty prince sat with his hollow crown,
Tied to a wife in a fetching ball gown.
****** battles over pride and power,
Every second, misery hour.

Each one at war with the other,
Forgetting that they were sister and brother
A dismal king, a lonely queen, an empty prince,
They haven’t loved, their childhood since.

Simple struggle for poisonous sovereign,
Now they lay in an abandoned coffin.
Now again, they are together,
Without war or fighting or battles just them and forever.

I believe everyone has rain,
Everyone has pain.
Everyone has sun,
Everyone has fun.

Everyone has a rainbow,
but mine is lacking color.
Everyone has a rainbow,
just like every other.

Red and orange, green then blue.
Yet all I have is gray, hardly a view.
Every one has a leprechaun, to send them aces of clubs,
mine must be quite dead, or overdosed on drugs.

Either way he is as absent as white is to gray,
he ignores the shine of the light from day.
He hides under the moon,
then laughs when I meet my doom.

Here I am as dead as my leprechaun's soul,
I'm filled with hate, because he lacked control.
No luck? Well ****. I couldn't care less.
Now I raise a rainbow, I am a leprechaun, I won't bless.

I guide someone over their life,
just because I can, I'll lead them to misery and strife.
As my leprechaun led me to the end of my rainbow without color.
I will do the same, ruin her pretty reflection, exactly like every other.