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joey molteni Sep 2010
Look sharp
because looks can **** with how she's dressed
Find out all what you're facing
Scared?
It' all be better in the morning...
Still waiting
Patient?
Is that the right word to put for it?
Or just a disillusioned fool again?
Look sharp eh babe?
Looks can ****
Wonder why it never became what you wanted
And if I should say sorry
So sorry it had to go
Changes aren't the same
Never were I guess...
Is that what you wanted?
just disillusioned like usual
Fun isn't this all
Look sharp little girl
It's a mean world only if you take off those rose colored glasses
And see what I see

With every waking moment

See
What I see
Take a deep breath, and look sharp...
Full speed captain
Full steam ahead...
joey molteni Sep 2010
abandon ship, this ***** sinking!
why? captain goes down too...
so man your stations at the lifeboats
its a long swim home
kiss those lips like you're new favorite drug
**** stick and party favors
take another hit babe...it doesn't matter
the world'll stop if only an hour
come back! quit shaking, oh GOD you're not dead!
come on baby wake up! please GOD! come back!
i know you're shaking babe please stop
you scare me
we'll get help baby i promise
i swear
i knew this would happen its always the same
i was there first; now we're both trapped in this hell
do you remember what it felt like to have to have it
that burn in your gut
hands shaking still?
its been years for me too...
we're all poisoned
we're all dead
we all sing
its all dread
you're so crazy
joey molteni Sep 2010
"come home please baby come home!
it’s like i’m not even living; alone
i know i did wrong, i never wanted you gone
darling please baby come home"

i wipe my eyes and shudder
i cant seem to write on
this letter began as apology
and now its tearing wounds of my own
this pencil can do it no justice. this paper can't explain the hurt
i’m dwindling away in sorrows, i've lost my only worth
take a deep breath and shiver
wipe my eyes in the dark
pick up this pencil and paper
and start this letter from the heart
maybe i’ll get the thought through
maybe just maybe someday
just don't forget that i love you
and in my heart you’ll always stay
joey molteni Sep 2010
the night was bleak, the sky grey
the world reach out to the end of days
the car pulls slowly up to the gates
of the graves
a shrouded boy, a rose in hand. fire in his eyes. lit cigarette
this quiet procession meets its final steps. at the place of the deceased
a blood stained glove. his battered face
lacerations running deep from neck to waist
a final bow to an old friend
who met his end
a bloodlust burnt, saddness grew
the whole world vanished from me and you
here and in the blazing slew
burning all
he woke in the hospital bed
stitched together by the grim who said
"it's not your time to be gone and dead.
rose in hand....
lest one call to a friendly face.
lost a companion in his last haste."
he set the rose down on the cold hard grave
in a last embrace
and drowned in the life he was so hurried to waste

— The End —