Poetry
Young murderer
I was just a little boy
When they handed me a gun.
I was stripped of my innocence
So in rage I shot two holes in the sun.
Sorrow found me
When it was time for me to be happy.
Shattered space, trapped in this cage
Don't look at me like you understand
Don't give me sympathy
All I want is your company.
Sing me a song, read me a story
Happy endings were always a mystery
The violet sky synchronizes and the gray pill
Envious as Jack and Jill went up the hill
And below we stand silent
Waiting for the boring end
And no story to tell.
I choose to camp in the valley down below
I take a knife every time
When the scar is about to heal.
I cradle the pain
Waiting for the sandman
But he never showed
Like the scarecrow standing bold
Aimless, the ravens fled from the world this cold
But I am arrogant enough not to simply let it go
Pleading death to let me play this one last show.
When they handed me a gun.
I was stripped of my innocence
So in rage I shot two holes in the sun.
Sorrow found me
When it was time for me to be happy.
Shattered space, trapped in this cage
Don't look at me like you understand
Don't give me sympathy
All I want is your company.
Sing me a song, read me a story
Happy endings were always a mystery
The violet sky synchronizes and the gray pill
Envious as Jack and Jill went up the hill
And below we stand silent
Waiting for the boring end
And no story to tell.
I choose to camp in the valley down below
I take a knife every time
When the scar is about to heal.
I cradle the pain
Waiting for the sandman
But he never showed
Like the scarecrow standing bold
Aimless, the ravens fled from the world this cold
But I am arrogant enough not to simply let it go
Pleading death to let me play this one last show.
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