[Day 167 - Decapitation.]
Decapitation.
Train tracks under my head,
At any moment I'll be dead.
So kiss my family goodbye for me,
Tell them that things aren't what they seem.
Your dessert has deserted me in this desert.
What will I do without irresistibility?
I only survive if my body's fighting.
I only look alive if there's proper lighting.
I could make my name into a homonym
Just so I could feel special,
But my parents will still think
I've gone straight to the devil.
Stranger, where have you gone?
I refuse to be the only one
Who gets down and dirty.
If I stay very, very still and stretch my neck,
Will I get decapitated?
Could I get some meds beforehand,
So I could get sedated?
Is it bad that where ever I lay my head
I call my home?
These rocks aren't pillows
But I guess it'll do.
Welcome me home tonight, stranger,
I'll be seeing you in hell.
-I wrote this two nights ago and finished it yesterday. I always write little lines and finish them later, don't I?
-Technically, the picture is of charcol. But. Close enough, right? For the "these rocks aren't pillows but I guess it'll do."
-The title and poem are what they are because there's this person I don't talk to as much anymore. Decapitation, WELL YOU CAN'T TALK IF YOUR HEAD IS CHOPPED OFF HUH? Get it? ;D
-Full Size?
7:16 PM
6/16/09
Train tracks under my head,
At any moment I'll be dead.
So kiss my family goodbye for me,
Tell them that things aren't what they seem.
Your dessert has deserted me in this desert.
What will I do without irresistibility?
I only survive if my body's fighting.
I only look alive if there's proper lighting.
I could make my name into a homonym
Just so I could feel special,
But my parents will still think
I've gone straight to the devil.
Stranger, where have you gone?
I refuse to be the only one
Who gets down and dirty.
If I stay very, very still and stretch my neck,
Will I get decapitated?
Could I get some meds beforehand,
So I could get sedated?
Is it bad that where ever I lay my head
I call my home?
These rocks aren't pillows
But I guess it'll do.
Welcome me home tonight, stranger,
I'll be seeing you in hell.
-I wrote this two nights ago and finished it yesterday. I always write little lines and finish them later, don't I?
-Technically, the picture is of charcol. But. Close enough, right? For the "these rocks aren't pillows but I guess it'll do."
-The title and poem are what they are because there's this person I don't talk to as much anymore. Decapitation, WELL YOU CAN'T TALK IF YOUR HEAD IS CHOPPED OFF HUH? Get it? ;D
-Full Size?
7:16 PM
6/16/09
