Living life,
Kicking rocks
****** weather,
Wet socks

Lonely walks,
Dusk falls,
Wind blows,
Earths call.

Little bricks oh how you wait
Until my feet you can steak
With sharp edges now stick in
And cause such pain I cannot grin

You build a house a rocket too
But at night there's something new
About your yellow, white, and red
Bricks that seem to get stuck in my head

Now I tread so light as not to get
Feet so full of plastic pegs
Or little arms and funny hair
Oh how I wish for no dispare

The answer surely lies within
To put you back inside the bin
Snap the lid firmly down
And walk barefoot when your not round

This tale I tell is bound by fire
Of dark magic, and dragons
Of that I'm no liar
Tis on a night just like this
That Bormar fell to bits

In deepest darkest middle ground
Where elves and warlocks roam around
And magic spills from every lip
And potions hang on every sip

The battle of the dragon borne
Against the mighty shadow horn
Would change the balance of the land
Where only one could rule with the strongest hand

Now wizards and dragons they plotted tight
Recruited elves and shadow knights
Made spells that would win no doubt
And banish all the goodness out

The longhorns of Bormar didn't dwell
For they knew that this could spell
The end of all they they held tight
And pledged to slay and **** all night

And so it was that they did meet
High on yonder hill did greet
Two armies of strength and power
Waiting for the killing hour

And when all blood spilled
And pain was born
Bormar stood
Now empty and gone

I remember the innocence of my childhood
happiness.

It was before bracelets were used
for more than just fashion…
before they were used to hide jagged cuts

The days when I only cried for my
scraped skin.

Now I cry for heartbreak and the loss
of more than just happiness.

The days where pills were only taken
to make “the hurt go away”.

Now they’re taken to make me go away.

The days where Root Beer was the only
“alcohol” I drank.

Now I drink shots of hopelessness
in small glasses of heartbreak

The days where the only kisses I asked for
were before I drifted off to sleep.

Now I beg for kisses in midnight hours
where the only love I receive is the kind
where the sheets are terrorized.

The days where candied cigarettes were my
way of being an adult.

Now cigarettes are the way of keeping
me sane.

“Look, mommy, look. I’ve grew
an inch!”

Now I’m growing without you.

Gone are the days where I felt your kisses
planted upon wet cheeks,
The days where I beg for your love, mommy.

I beg for love in the form of moaning,
bed springs creaking;
where sweat caked into my pores.

The days where my life meant something to
someone.

If I died now, who would cry for me?

The days where happiness grew on trees,
and you showed me how to grasp them with
dirt-covered palms.

Look, mommy. I’ve grew an inch.

An inch closer to the bullet
awaiting in it’s home.

-DDF