Niacin formal chat night
She dont wanna hear about her grudges moving through the mud
In a crowded dinning hall
Shoves her platform sneakers between the path way
Locked ankles with the smite
You only ever bring in the neighbors dogs, if you only ever toss your cats in the trash

I** am the rain on a sunny day, destroying everything that is remotely happy,

Absolutely revolting as I cling to unstable dreams of loyalty.
Masked by a dishonest smile, I strive to become the positive person everyone wants around.

A court of jesters surround me to justify my hilarity based on their singular opinion.

Carved out of the ivory of life, I break to shambles under immense amounts of pressure.
Unforgiving poetry escapes my mouth in the most destructive way possible.
Nothing I say can justify the horrid choice in vocabulary I spread out on the table before you in a fit of rage and misunderstanding, and now
Tomorrow is another day of regrettable instances and apologies that mean absolutely nothing to you.

What  vast  and  unveiled  sand  before  me  lies?

It  is  the  desert,
where  the  morning
cries  farewell
to  treacherous  night;    
willingly  fleeing  
as  dunes  set  alight!

Day  has  arrived  oh!
…  and  so  the  harsh  sun …
who  only  disappears
when  day  has  done.


So  friendly  and  mild
at  first  in  the  morn.
With  its  temper  soft,
and  kind  without  scorn.
But  when  it  sees  clearly
the  vast  empty  sands,
it flares  up  in  rage
with  fiery,  flaming  hands.


Burning  on  thorns
reluctantly  growing
like  ungrateful  creatures
to  the  sun’s  overflowing:
A whole  night  has  passed
and  naught  has  been  done!


How  cruel  can you  be,
o  merciless  sun!

Some people only open the door
to slam it harder.

Humbled forgiveness

Is of that which
thy cannot grant

For I do not posses
such ability of respect
to the type of creature
that I see in thee

Only god himself
or high end angels
close to the golden throne
may release such a gesture
from within thee

for such an effort
so great
may **** my being..
and for a child of
the witching ******
thy shalt not willingly
enter her fatality

I, a woman
of high morale
in contrast with
an illness
to which is unbalanced
slightly to the left
of sickness

Yet... I am more
humane than thee

Never seeing eye to eye

for this lady refuses
to stoop to such a distasteful level

where thee dwells and rots
in the slumber of life
fit for a rat such as thee

Last night I committed Armed robbery
Which isn't unusual, really
It's how I get by
But it's horrible when you sacrifice yourself for your friends
And they leave you out to dry

Shows you who your real friends are, right?
They'd rather take your cut and get high
Calling a thousand times to no reply,
******* guys,
See if you look the same now in my eyes
You ******* cowards
You left me to die
And I'll remember that when you call and cry
"Oh, Ronnie, loan me some money, I really need it"
And I'll say
"Remember when you left me to get shot?
******* punk, beat it!"

You're all lucky I don't come back with my gun
And blast you ******* away
There will be nowhere left to run,
And this dog will have his day
I won't sleep with the sun
Till I get my ******* pay