im home so we all need to hangout and ill beat the shit outa anyone that fucks with me or my friendsbottom of the whiskie glassscreamming mother why wont you let me go
dont ever say no the answer is no
so mother why are you drunk again
drinking again
smacking me around
saythings things you always meant
painful thoughts run inside of youleave me alone
to sulk in this pain
in sorrows of madness
as i suphicate
and drinking your posion
as i die to
and nothing last forever
like you want it tomother
mother mother
motherfather you are choking me telling me i should die
and i should
i should
father dosnt want me mother drinks to much
and kills me to say you dont love me
anymore
then loves lost lust
so father used beat me mother still wants to
father is still trying
but my heart is numb
to youleave me alone
to sulk in this pain
in sorrows of madness
as i suphicate
and drinking your posion
as i die to
and nothing last forever
like you want it tomother
mother mother
mother
killll
killl
me now pleaaassee
dry my tears with shatered glass
make me bleed make me feel
tears of blood dry fast
love me if you kill me
cause thats wat will last
then wat is left in forevers glassthe tides of are lifethis is the point in are lives when we fall in love and its the time in are life wen realize who are real friends are.
this is when we write are best music and poems.when we paint the painting that makes people look or cook that cake that people want to know how you made.
this is the time that we are to look back on and tell are children "ya i did that to man that was good times, good friends"
this is wen life means the most and are we making it the most or are we wasting it on dumb shit like being high all the time,ya its fun man but wen your with your friends not wen you have five fucking minutes.
this is the time when we get are bes kiss and want to hold on to the one we love or care about for the rest of are life.
this is the time wen you dream of a way out.these are the tides of are life and we are letting them drift way with the sea foam and the fish. so hold on and find these thing before its to late life is short and its only getting shorter.
so find your true love, write that song,bake that cake, paint that painting.
please for meIts called- once me-dose it all matter anymore
i grab a cap and swollow
i spiral into a dream world
a dark and lonley sorrow
but things get brighter
so bright i cant see
my life is slowly numbed away
like the pain that was once me
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