If we do not kiss goodnight a goodnight
Then it will not know what name to come to when called so sweetly again.
Do so, keep in mind to call
If the night was good

I wont lay down and die
I wont read your poems and weep
take my hand.
Life *****, sure.
It even gets worse.
When you race against the reapers blade
Why would you stand still.
Why would you wait to die
Get up
Grab your pen and paper
This is your taxi
There is his horse
Lets go
No time to waste

I have a **** magazine to my left.
The pictures, they don't do anything.
The games on my computer.
Analyzed and stripped of any recreational value.
I don't have the want for people
So I make no effort to call them
I'm wearing 4 layers
tanktop, tshirt, sweater, jacket.
I'm still cold, very cold.
I've trained myself to be patient.
"time will pass."
So I sit here on my bed.
Cold, and numb.
Waiting.

Simply the one who could not become what you wanted
So I became the next best thing
Here I am.

A dim red hue over the proudest face a child could make.
A dancing light in the night that shatters into fireflies.
I am merely the kid who's head hit the concrete softly as you pushed.
Scraping my hand and knees
I am merely the man who plundered his own soul to support the ones he loved.
I am merely the person with less than an ounce of worth left who can look at the faces of those who have wronged him to say.
I don't hate you.
Every moment from before the moment I became who I am.
Yesterday I was somebody else, tomorrow will be no different.
Taking moments from years and starting only now to count my centuries.
And as the gibberish flows from my mouth and you are left with an idea of.
Ok.
I captivate one person only for the purpose of this modern day experiment of what comes next.
Merely to pass my days till the day I die.
That's who I am

There's nothing more we can sell our bodies for
Nothing that we have been taught our inadequacy can compensate for
That the slugger is just a slugger, a boy who hits a ball hard
The only thing he's got going for him is his ability at swinging a bat
And so here lies my problem.
How do you explain
Explain to a 12 year old boy that we aren't what we used to be.
That the go getting, hard ***, approach died
How do you explain to someone,
its not over before it began,
try again
How do you look in the eyes of a child and say
I'm sorry