The Remorse (part 2)
Read part one first. This is in two parts.
Guilty is your conscience
making words inside your head
not even thinking
of the person that is dead
Not even caring about
the price you’ll have to pay
but there has to be something better
in each passing day
Sitting in solitude
face to face with yourself
unfortunately all that you have now
is probably your health
So day by day
the time goes by
missing those times
you sat and got high
Total frustration of being stuck
there is more to this
it is not just your luck
Wondering why
you fucked up so bad
wondering why
you got so fucking mad.
THE END
The Kill (part 1)
I’m starting to think I had some issues as a teenager. Ha ha! Honestly I like to think I was just as creative then as I am now. So I am going to share this poem with you. It is part one of a two-part poem (so don’t forget to read part 2) written by me in 1994.
Saying goodbye to you
listening to the number one band
holding the anger
by the knife in my hand
Thinking so clearly
thoughts going through my head
wondering what you are going to look like
when you are dead
Total excitement
beating hard is my heart
im wondering just where
did this all start
The smell of dead
floating in the air
no one will notice today
because no one wants to care
Saying goodbye to you
listening to the number one band
holding the anger
in the palm of my hand
So yes it is intense but will be interesting for those who understand. Stay tuned for part 2.
Pencil Drawing I’ve been working on
Her
Still need to work on my shading but I’m pretty happy with “her”.