Tiny (Poem)

I think you’ve got the big picture

I’ve got no real future

This is a house of cards and a world of whores

I lost myself before I could begin and its killing me 

I’ve been trying to find my way uptown but I realized Life is a sadistic game, nothing more

I became part of a statistic, as society cleaned up the mess of the boy who went ballistic

Wrap your arms around me, this is an open relationship

And we live under the sun

And below the blue moon 

But we can’t run yet

What do we live for when our lives come crumbling down

Subliminal pleasure and deafening sounds

But you’ve got the picture, I’ve got no future

When she knocked me over, I restarted my verse

 She sprouted chauvinistic 

So what do I say first? 

I love you please so adopt my emotions and help me fight the curse

 To be Alive, to Scream 

I don’t want to lose myself twice so take me to the enemy so demise can end tragically 

I lived my life, emphatically

Where you in the glee inside my hearse

Your lashing was the worse I was satisfied but focused on being better than everyone else, wanting to discover the distance between you and me

Patiently waiting for this to be a joke because my life was being lived inside you.

It’s a Shame

It’s a Shame

When you bring me back those results, I can barely breathe
Ready to be deceived, eaten up by your efforts

Break me up, break me up in hell
And you thought you knew me back when
I was a little kid

I was one of your own, and this is your win
This is your celebration so let me drag it to the ground

I would suck all the blood from each one of you
When the drop of a dime
And you thought you knew me
When I was lying there bleed
You thought your reputation could withstand
My adolescent needs

It’s a shame that it has come to this
That after all the blood, the tears and the piss

It all has come down to this
This is the end of the road
The final days of what should have been a eternity

Well you thought you knew me
When I wasn’t a savage on the loose

Now days I’m writing right next to the noose

The recluse, working on the next great American book
Working on a few clever hooks (No you don’t!)
Maybe the days will be over soon

And I can fucking calm down
As my heart pounds and my hands sweat with something to prove
You thought you knew me when I didn’t have everything to gain, and nothing to lose

Living Today

Right now I’m staring at the sky
Live another day no I haven’t died
And I didn’t lie when I said that I did cry
Tears of years, so many fears
Fuck tomorrow live today

I used to scream live fast die young
And now I’m regretting the dreams that I’ve sung
Today has just begun and I can’t sleep the nights that I’d meet

So many days on living these city streets

Listening to stories, getting some beats
Living for today, conquering the second and even that I can’t guarantee