Stick A Needle In My Vein
I Live To Die Another Day
Numbness Dulls The Pain
Of Yesterday
Cross My Heart Wait To Die
Do You Hear When It Cries
From The Truth You Do Shy
Why'd We Have To Say Good-bye
Nothing Hurts Anymore
My Sympathies All Out The Door
Suffer The Poor
I's What They'd Say
For Their Sins They Will Pay
Listen To My Voice
You Don't Have A Choice
Everything's Made To Be Broken
You Won't Leave This World With A Token
Of Anything You've Loved Or Spoken
All Memories Lost To The Breeze
A Newborn Calf
A Lover's Whisper
A Baby's Laugh
All These Make The Past
For They Will Never Last
So When You're Lying On Those Big White Sheets
While Your Loved Ones Sit And Weep
Remember These
You Knew This Day Would Come
But You Tried To Turn Away And Shun
The Day You'd Be Taken Away
To A Place Where Lion And Lamb Lay
Side By Side All The Day
Or Will You Be One Of These
Who Refused To Get On Your Knees
To Beg God To Forgive, and Yourself To Repent
And To The Devil Your Soul Was Sent
Whether You're Wealthy Or Homeless
The Point Still Remains So This
Heaven Or Heavenless
We're All Headed For The Same Sweet Darkness
Cool in a "this would make good rap" sort of way. I can almost envision the rapper prancing to and fro, in and out, making occasional gang sign while beaming over-animated expressions into the camera.
This has some really good lines and imparts a solid, if not totally welcome philosophy. OK if I'm a whore, I'm at least a word-whore. Since I don't get paid, maybe I'm just a word-slut.
Submission Name: shitty poem
