In Death -- Creatures of the Night

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Subject: In Death

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SICKNESS

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Date Posted: 02:58:46 08/15/02 Thu

~~Little Miss Teen Angst~~

No candy for the children
No kisses for the dead
Our black souls are empty
Wanting who we could have been.
Teach a child a lesson
take away the crayons
too many lines are broken
too many idle hands
Never about the children
Its to please your F*$#ing tastes
Just because you don't like us
you steal our real face
A chained mind and soul
Makes the beast rage inside
the beautiful oddity shrivels
the crying child dies
The hollow shell walks the day
slowly filling the void with hate.
You still ask why
When suddenly the chains
SNAP!
Then where is the hate to go
Who can relieve the pain
We realize we are all alone
The violence can not be taimed
Then there is blood everywhere
Show them the pain they gave you.
Alone in a place with the
sweet red lives of those that hurt you
Close our eyes and think about
the death of our own flair
The dead somehow seem lucky now.
It is not fair.
I'm so sick of a painful life
lived in a militaristic way.
Everyone grows up
to be exactly the F*$#ing same.
So I close my eyes and welcome
a place away from you
the cops
my parents
the beautiful ones
the schools
the jobs
the pain
Welcome the numb.
let your eyes glaze.
Join all the people you hate
In death

-H.G.- 04/21/99

thanks for reading my poem. I wrote that one just after the whole Columbine incident. I was very torn on the whole subject. I felt very bad for all of the victims. I also felt bad for the boys who were so put upon that they felt that that kind of violence was their only outlet. If only someone had talked to these kids. If only someone had taught them to vent in poetry or something that is non-lethal. Sometimes I find society very sad because so many problems could be avoided if only people weren't so cruel and self centered. Well, I hope someone will respond to this. I'd like to hear what others think of my work.
Thanks
Sickness

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