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Apr 2013
These tears fall like aerial bombs
Cascading the mountain side of the innocence
This blood flows like great rivers
Eroding the riverbanks with currents of undeniable force

They say it's a sin to commit ******
But in the text of today's society
It's classified as suicide
So will I still reach the pearly white gates of heaven
Or will I be cast down the endless inferno pits of hell
To burn in my acidic rivers of tear polluted blood
I was just a kid
How was I suppose to know
You weren't suppose to think about your life
Without the possibility of ruining another's
I was just a kid
Trying to cope with the pain
How was I suppose to know
You weren't suppose to contemplate ******
Without getting thrown into a dark emptiness between white walls
Losing yourself in the shadows
Of desolate corners
Where your only best friend
Was the guard with a needle
With your daily dose of happy juice
**** it
I can't take the disregarding of my misery
I can't relish in this pain any longer
So for the sake of all humanity
And the preservation of time
I will plunge knives of greedy points
Deep into the wrist
Home to dying veins
And humm the rhythm
Of the Undertaker's Graveyard Song
Robert Guerrero
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Robert Guerrero
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