This Is What Kills Us

--written on 10.14.07

the monosyllabic trends
of the teenage wasteland
thwart our tries and dwarf our minds
try not to have a good time
we fill composition notebooks with
broken hearts and teary eyes
to show off how unstable we really are
fill heads with lies, fill our heads with lies

the suicidal crowds mean something to everyone
we long for winter
not for the cold, but for the warmth

the rising tide and spinning wheels
of high society and heels
murder our self-confidence
and make us look irrelevant
while blasphemous traitors sleep still
we dream of blood, we dream of kill
we hope to god our prayers are answered
and all the while, they create cancer