"lazors" poems
The world has lost its way
Addicted to lust and ****
***** and floored
Swathed by cyborg technology!!!
Lost themselves
Made bionic feelings
Of false self help
Their ways of living
And no room for laughing!!!
Their trusses are teathered
Demons with feathers
Using planes for war
Buying hypnotic's on shore
Spending money for hypnotic's
*** trade of the ******
Average being
Turned psychotic
As the hospitals are bashed with junkies
For tis,
Yes
The devil's quite spunky
Thy mind is all funky
Thine cars thou hast made roomies
As thou forgot thy wife and beau
Thou hast ruined mine view
Put lazors in space
**** babies by race
And romantic's tis
Should I even mention thou?
I chuckle and puke
To thineself I rebuke!!!!
As I seeketh reality,
Tis
Still choking in mine own claret!!!
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
once upon a time,
there lived a girl who was never fine,
she always faked a smile,
and the red on her arms were becoming her style.
she lived in a dark cave,
and named it hell;
because when she's in there,
no one seems to care.
she's trap in a world,
full of devils and sharks,
screaming at her, and eating her up,
until her life is a death cup.
one day she couldn't take it anymore,
she cried "i can't do this no more!",
and then picked up her razor,
her body ached like lazors.
she was screaming and crying,
but no one was home.
she scream she was done trying,
and wanted to go HOME.
she wanted to end the pain,
because there was nothing to gain.
she didn't want to mourn and cry,
she just wanted to die.
she finally gave in,
and held the blade down her throat,
as she whispered the words,
"it's time to go HOME."
and after all,
we're all just angels that want to go home.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC