Tragedy strikes. Into the hearts, through the minds.
A spiritual lightning bolt. Rendering us weak & out of control.
We cry out. Screaming, moans & shout:
MY GOD MY GOD! WHY HAS THOU FORSAKEN ME?!
in desperation, we seek reconciliation.
Perhaps my Lord, I forsake Thee.
If love is true,
what more can we do?
All too much lately, I find too many strays.
The multitudes, women especially,
claim to be lone wolves in the latter days.
A pack leader is what these fools need to follow.
I intend that to be none other but me.
To a better eternity we shall go
We'll take Valhalla by storm!
& feast on many a flesh still warm.
Mood: I blew my brains out with a toothpick. Music: none, yet. I almost forgot... I have a headphone today.
my life is tragic
the IB program is ruining my entire senior year.
i only need to take classes really
but i take all college classes now
kids got a combo of like 5 last year and i got 10 so i became a star to students
but i hate school and never do homework
my test scores are great so now they expect shit from me
i started to become cool with my mother because i hardly see her.
then i come back from the small break and she already upsets me immensely
she makes me and my sister take baths on her time, like i'm not a fucking cave man i'll bathe in the morning but nooo.
then she makes us take sleeping pills knowing my little sister has a hard time taking pills because they scare her.
I cannot dream
without being obscene
or absent from the scene.
& as things seem...
To be, with less than.
With suicidal tendancies
that dance about recklessly.
Am I less a man?
There's a knot in my heart
to be undone.
We can be one.
But where to start?
so i am hispanic meaning we always have drama and people getting into fights.
my mom comes home with blood on her shirt
me: oh my god mom are you okay?
mother: oh that's not my blood
me: wtf happened then
mother: i had to show megan what time it was
sister: did you win, did you smash her face against the floor
mother: i dented her car with her face. so yeah.