By: Ezekiel Gonzales
Walking through the streets of dow… following my steps like a nagging fly, always around… Can’t seem to smack it out of the… What an annoying little buzz, buzz…
The cool prick of the stick, Little puddles of blood for other… An axe-murderer? No, a simple village man He is no such dainty puddle; the l…
Cough and choke, gagging like a joke there’s something lodged, deep in… I’ll try to take this, make this Straight from my brain
Crawling, crawling, crawling Falling, falling, falling It’s a little game we like to play something to laugh about, something to cry about
“Speak from the heart” What a load of shit Cut straight to the point did this all even matter? From the start, the middle to that…
With the bang from his gun, I run, run, run I can’t help but shield from the s… He’ll get by—whatever means deemed… Here, there, wherever
At this time, at this moment When the rollercoaster has reached… As you hold my hand, we watch with… Being that the world below us mold… From the people to the ants
Letting the rain fall Dripping Fingers Soaking shirts Finding clarity through the storm What does the monster think;
The dead have risen from the grave… show the living what they’re missi… The six-foot tomb has become a par… let the living join the dead in ne… As they dance, children a-like ski…
The three have descended—have rise… The eldest; a boy made of stone; His heart made of glass and a brai… Yet, he could not speak His mouth was worn down with use
As the crystal sky descends and th… The homes we divide to—only but me… The red line of Fate twists, Dwindles in to a thin strip Tug,
With something gone, with somethin… an empty hole with an empty mind— There’s nothing to fill who wants it? With something here, with somethin…
The taste of boredom, feeling rott… My sorrow, drenched in nasty yello… Leaks from my pores—a bloody yello… Spinning around the corner My storm cloud, a pretty pink—
Hearing your voice is like a timel… a sound so pure and untainted by t… The road you took has led you to g… A place I have yet to reach There is no one here to fill that…
If blood is thicker than water, th… The bitterness that held me back f… Has questioned my thoughts—apologi… When in the hell would I choose t… Loving . . . . I left you behind