come ye dragons,
men and horses,
gather yer wits
and set yer courses,

load the ***,
bring yer mugs,
prepare to battle
from beasts to bugs,

don't forget the music,
we must have a tune,
on with it now,
we'll all be dead soon,

and die by the sword,
we shall, we will,
dead we will be,
but many we will ****,

all the men and women,
who join us in this fight,
we battle all through the day,
and drink all through the night,

true it may be that none shall ever return,
all together in glory and death,
but we are brothers and sisters together,
and together we share one life in one breath,

Loneliness is a common illness.
Yet I reside in it selfishly,
The White walls are all Black,
My mind fades oft to the back.

You made the attempt,
And I made the refuse,
Self-destruction my only attribute.
Pain my only friend.

I see death and hear it too,
It calls out to me in the form of the blues.
I am reaping what I have sown,
Soon, my soul will embark on its final toll.

Love is absent,
Cold is present,
I wish I could feel,
But feelings are for childlike yesterday’s.

I was a happy boy once,
But age is just a number,
At 16 I am older than most,
My face a grave testament, to the graves of friends sentiment.

I am sick with an illness,
One for me not to be cured.
I wish I believed in fate,
It would be much easier then.

Yet there is no one to blame,
Or hide behind,
Only my shadow to reside beside,
Only your memory to taunt my mind.

I have made many mistakes,
And will make many more,
One day in fact I think I’ll be poor,
But the greatest by far,
Was to leave you barred,
To leave you stranded in the backseat of that car.

The wind is calling me now,
It talks to me somehow,
Sayin’ “You won’t be much longer now, won’t be left alone to frown.”
I answer, “Come back when I am dead,”
It echoes, “Won’t be much longer now.”

The tears are empty,
So is the pitcher.
How can I be with ya?
Never, never, never.

I have trouble sleeping,
Harder still to make sense,
Because my dreams are haunting
To this day the leave men incensed.

I am going crazy,
Slowly but surely.
Soon you’ll see me on your door.
Wanting to get our favorite smores.

Silence, now, silent void.
The wind is no longer whispering.
The walls no longer menacing.
Only me, without.
My mind not even speaking,
Not daring to break what is happening.

The windows open without noise,
Outside I can see my future,
Lit in a light other than the moon.
What I see… makes me hope I die soon.

I don't feel the pain
The blade cuts smoothly
A burn is present
But its a pleasant feeling
I can't hear the pain
The room is silent
Only my breath remains
Held tightly in my chest
My pain can be seen
The redness flows from within
The pain it emmits is not physical
It comes from inside
Pain from my depths
My blood tells me Im alive
ALIVE IT TELLS ME
Who would want to live with such mediocre beings
Beats Me...

So you have Geometry, History,
Try to start something new in Chemistry,
Though you forgot the education, you're attracted physically,
No connection mentally, but you think it may happen eventually.
So you wait a few periods to see where things go,
Instead of flunking, you try to pass the class.
But of all the "F's" you have gotten back to back,
Life shouldn't be a test you fail at.