By: Ezekiel Gonzales
Walking through the streets of dow… following my steps like a nagging fly, always around… Can’t seem to smack it out of the… What an annoying little buzz, buzz…
Crawling, crawling, crawling Falling, falling, falling It’s a little game we like to play something to laugh about, something to cry about
The rows and pews, the uproar of p… Saint’s can’t tame Hold your hands, pray for the one… The symbol of beauty– of grace and… Let the veil lift from damaged eye…
When you chose to lay your weapon… I was baffled; we had fought for what’s felt like… Killing our brothers—like savages rabid with a contagious disease
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—
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…
What goes on in that mind? Is it me—us—whispered words of yel… Daisies and lilacs, the pretty wat… Do you wish for more? Worry not your little head
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…
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 cool prick of the stick, Little puddles of blood for other… An axe-murderer? No, a simple village man He is no such dainty puddle; the l…
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,
There, hidden under the bleachers, buried under the bridges, scattere… bound against the shoreline, float… while strapped to a red balloon There, if you pay attention
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
I don’t want you to know—not all o… the good, the bad, the dirty No, there’s no such thing when I… Just for a moment, let me hold you… it’s you, not him
Well damn, Here I am again; Back to the door, a locked room– s… What does the man think A beautiful verse of failure