I'm not so great at writing but here's one that I'm mildly proud of, now that part that's in Bold is almost totally ripped of from the song "Blood Brothers" by Iron Maiden.


into the abyss I fall

the heart of sorrow

into the eyes of misery

and my wretched soul follows

watch me scream at the falling rain

asking it to go

why must it fall on me

that's all I want to know

why must I suffer this?

my heart rocking to and fro

the only rock that should fill my heart

is that of Rock n Roll

but your face taints it

you bring me to despair

I've done nothing to deserve this

why is life so unfair?

why am I even writing this?

do I honestly believe that you care?

but I know that if I do not

it will dissolve into air

my thoughts fill the pages of my life

did you know that this pen is also a knife?

a shotgun, a rifle, a fanatic disciple

it is a tool, or a weapon if you may

and with it I shall document what I say

so that maybe others can share my dismay

the books pile up on the shelf of my life

do you dare to read them, and see what I see?

like a mirror reflecting the moves of my life

and in the river, reflection of me

for a second a glimpse of your beauty I see

and in a movement you beckon to me

and for a moment the memories are all that remain

and I feel the wounds reopening again

maybe someday, someone will take a walk through my library

browse the books, not certain what they might see

take a book off my shelf, and break the seal

intrude on my memories like I knew that they will

one after the other, the books leave my shelf

as she reads of how you made me shoot myself

the greed, the torture, the pain

and a tear will run down her cheek

as she reads it over and over again

poet laureate for sure.