Post by buffysmglover on Apr 20, 2007 19:14:13 GMT -5
NOT APROPRIATE 4 KIDS
This is called The Curse, and it is about my life in the last few years...
The Curse
When the neighborhood forgets its best,
And brings out all its worst,
He lets it out,
With just one shout,
And falls into the curse.
It takes him places he couldn't dream,
It takes him back and forth.
He goes to Hell,
Lives in a cell,
And learns of what he's worth.
Just one week in Hell is all it takes,
To bring out this kid's hate.
For his mother,
For her brother,
Everyone in the state.
Then eight hours for seven more days,
As the end of the walk.
He goes to school.
He acts all cool.
Then kids begin to talk.
Almost two years more and still on pills.
Taking them now and then.
He's feeling fine,
Showing no sign,
Of needing medicine.
Until the woman who begot him,
Rips his support away.
His loving aunt,
Who now he can't,
Talk to on a bad day.
Inside himself is three months of pain.
Wanting to restore life,
Maybe to kill,
He pops a pill
And cuts his wrist by knife.
At just a single moment's notice,
She's given back to him.
Nothing is right.
Can't be that night.
When it is all so dim.
So the curse shall always stay with him.
It will define the boy.
It will remain.
He'll be insane.
This is called The Curse, and it is about my life in the last few years...
The Curse
When the neighborhood forgets its best,
And brings out all its worst,
He lets it out,
With just one shout,
And falls into the curse.
It takes him places he couldn't dream,
It takes him back and forth.
He goes to Hell,
Lives in a cell,
And learns of what he's worth.
Just one week in Hell is all it takes,
To bring out this kid's hate.
For his mother,
For her brother,
Everyone in the state.
Then eight hours for seven more days,
As the end of the walk.
He goes to school.
He acts all cool.
Then kids begin to talk.
Almost two years more and still on pills.
Taking them now and then.
He's feeling fine,
Showing no sign,
Of needing medicine.
Until the woman who begot him,
Rips his support away.
His loving aunt,
Who now he can't,
Talk to on a bad day.
Inside himself is three months of pain.
Wanting to restore life,
Maybe to kill,
He pops a pill
And cuts his wrist by knife.
At just a single moment's notice,
She's given back to him.
Nothing is right.
Can't be that night.
When it is all so dim.
So the curse shall always stay with him.
It will define the boy.
It will remain.
He'll be insane.