By: Ezekiel Gonzales
Use me to your advantage I’ll play the part, just for you What is it your heart desires? Kneeling by your feet, I’ll beg—j… Snap and crack my back,
With the bang from his gun, I run, run, run I can’t help but shield from the s… He’ll get by—whatever means deemed… Here, there, wherever
Let me pop from the grave Again, the sword pierced through But the light in my eyes never die… I pretend the blood and dirt doesn… Dressed in Sunday’s Best
The three have descended—have rise… The eldest; a boy made of stone; His heart made of glass and a brai… Yet, he could not speak His mouth was worn down with use
As the curtains close and the crow… We see one another through the clo… You wave, I shy away I sang a song, a melodious tune en… The sound we made is one to listen…
Cough and choke, gagging like a joke there’s something lodged, deep in… I’ll try to take this, make this Straight from my brain
The taste of boredom, feeling rott… My sorrow, drenched in nasty yello… Leaks from my pores—a bloody yello… Spinning around the corner My storm cloud, a pretty pink—
Two strangers crossing paths, neve… From the first, to the last Their souls could never be separat… The beginning, the end All that comes, nothing but moment…
Letting the rain fall Dripping Fingers Soaking shirts Finding clarity through the storm What does the monster think;
Well damn, Here I am again; Back to the door, a locked room– s… What does the man think A beautiful verse of failure
The dead have risen from the grave… show the living what they’re missi… The six-foot tomb has become a par… let the living join the dead in ne… As they dance, children a-like ski…
Hearing your voice is like a timel… a sound so pure and untainted by t… The road you took has led you to g… A place I have yet to reach There is no one here to fill that…
It’s an endless destiny set it sto… Skipping those stones I’ll choose for myself—I will cho… I don’t want to shy away but the spotlight burns my face
A ball slapping on the court, spur… The kids dance and play across the… Never one to say what they should… What one should look like What one plays in society and how…
The trenches are alive– the soldie… Ones of hope, others of despair Lifting spirits through the sounds… Among hushed crowds, Children play,