Bad Poetry
Date: Mar 2nd, 2005 1:05:08 am - Subscribe
Mood: blank
I was bored, so I wrote some dark poetry. I'll post this, and then it's off to bed. My mom made a new rule today, since she thought I was faking cramps and just was too tired to go to school. I have to get off at 11:00. Oh well, life is like that. That's not too bad, anyway. I have to admit that it's really more than enough time.
You can be sure that the pain is blistering,
And that my soul is shattering.
Continue smiling your macabre leer,
Wait until I am driven to tears.
How much louder do I have scream until your satisfied?
Is my pain good enough for you, or do I have to die?
I've bled for you a thousand times,
I've pleaded to you a hundred rhymes!
Is my pain good enough for you?
Do I have to die?
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