A month or so before a bad day, I know bad days are coming and I didn’t really want to say it back then or now; let’s just say it was like graduating high school, had nothing to do with me. Looking Dim, because the future wasn’t all that bright.
Aging in the black
Yet the light grows brighter
For life, I have no knack
My heart grew no lighter
The deck is stacked
So blow them out
So many candles
No name now
My vandals
A moment eyes closed
But their lips are wide
Think I don’t know
Teeth, fangs, and knives
I hope they choke
So knock them out
Feast of flesh
Smacking so loud
Why aren’t I dead yet
The dark sky
Shows all its victims
And who am I
But a cell in the system
No goodbye
So don’t look up
Can’t help but feel envy
I was never enough
Abomination, God murder me
Would you take my picture?
Make me famous
These vultures much richer
How I hope it’s painless
Suicide’s the pitcher
So don’t be in pictures
But the world will know
Maybe an itchy trigger finger
On with the show
Smoke and fire
Beats breathing
This light my desire
I should be leaving
Still, I won’t be admired
So don’t die
Rage, rage
Against the dying of the light
That you made
As you closed your eyes
The Abomination
Yet you wonder why
I chose such a sin
Finally in the light
That’s looking dim
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.