I awakened to the humans discussing their evil plans
French fries, sweet potato, baked potato,
I WOULD SHOW THEM… THE POWER OF POTATOES
I said my goodbyes to my mother, as she lay lifeless on the plate
I can fly, I can fly, I can fly
spread my wings, and FLY LIKE A UNICORN
I fell face down on the kitchen ground.
EJECT THE HIPPO
those were the words I heard last from my humans
A hippo fell flat onto me
Its dark now.. I feel like mash potatoes
my wings are soar
my invisible wings are soar
the hippo whispered to me
you’re gonna go far kid
I was about to smile
then I realised that he just gave me a song suggestion
dang it
what could a potato do?
I flew up to the human’s room
I flew around her room
the last words I heard..
were…
A
POTATO
FLEW
AROUND
MY
ROOM
BEFORE
YOU
CAME
  then, I flew into a wall, my ending bitter sweet, but my wish had come true

"Always become the one being hurt
Rather than ever hurting another"
Words I have strived to live by
The philosophy left by my mother

I've always tried to live my life
Standing up for what is right
Helping others no matter the cost
Being everyone's shining knight

What a horrible way to live

Even when I was on the verge of breaking
Even when the burden seemed too large
I always took it onto myself
And it was always free of charge

They all need to pay

But lately there is this voice
Echoing from the back of my mind
That is always fighting to take over
It wants to punish the unkind

Maybe I don't want to forgive

Tell me who is that inside me
Those thoughts can't be my own
Even when there's no one around
Somehow I am not alone

Just let me come out and play

I'm trying to keep it at bay
Am I past the point of no return?
I JUST WANT THE VOICE TO GO AWAY
But.... *Now....it's my turn

I used to have a heart
But the streets stole it
I'm no longer a poet
Just drugged with a pen
Hitting rock bottom time and again
Its hard out here
So I grab another beer
And drink my pain away
Til a sunnier day,
If it ever comes
Til then the drugs will numb
Me and my bad decisions
And all my artistic visions
Til I'm no longer a poet
Just drugged with a pen