Description: This is about how I am even afraid of myself and friends sometimes... I jsut want to be alone and they don't respect that... so yeah... I wrote this in class, so it's not that great... I might revise it later... I'll have to think about it... oh yeah and don't go out and say how bad it is because I already know how bad it is...
and yet... -------------------------------------------
Friends kill the heart
still shatter in my soul
lying in the gutter of 12th street
now no one feels woe
six daggers thorwn threw me
and the last my best friend's
you say "it backstabbing"
but I've already been shot in the head
Brains spilled in the center
of the old cobble street
realizing I'm still alive
I slowly rise
no wound and fine
with six dead bodies
(each with a dagger)
and as the clean road weaps
for the dead bodies he knew
my other self slowly claims victory as well...
(I am weak...
and yet I still live...)
i like it, i like it a lot. it depicts well how your friends turning on you makes you feel wortless and dead, but then you realize that you aren't dead. them turning on you only makes you stronger, and because of thier betrayal they themselves become dead to you!
as far as your comments about how you like to stay in and they don't understand...i completely do! i'm one of those people who every once and a while likes to stay home, get to bed early, and just have a relaxing night alone to think!
I don't understand how this has anything to do with your friends, and as one of them, I feel insulted that you'd write something of such graphic explicity. I'm half kidding. But really. What the hell does this mean?
whoa. you know, i'm not going to even pretend to understand this because i know i'm just an idiot standing on the outside of the real thing. i still like it though, so stark and depressing... it's a good portrait of what goes on inside.
i really love how you talk about backstabbing even though it serves no purpose as your brains are already on the pavement. *laughs* some people worry about the smallest papercuts of others and never see their own disembowled gut. (and some are only too aware of it)
i'm sorry if that's not what you meant to portray but that's just what i get from it. wonderful write,