I Hope You Like This
Day after day , I put pen to paper.
Day after day, I criticize my own writing.
I don't know if I'm original or just reciting .
I hope you like this.
Day after day, I get heavier not physically but emotionally.
Day after day, I write poems and stories I never share.
I hide them because I don't think anyone would really care.
I hope you like this.
Day after day , I dream of being published .
Day after day , the dream dies a little bit.
I should look into other things, but I don't . I write and sit .
I hope you like this .
Day after day, I think about showing my work to others .
Day after day , the fear of rejection looms .
I'll take most of my writing to the tomb.
I hope you like this .
Day after day , I pour my fragile soul onto fragile paper.
Day after day, I try to improve.
I don't think I'm making any progress , what am I trying to prove?
I hope you like this .
Last Day
I never thought it'd end this way
I've been led astray
I was once a predator
Now I'm the prey
I would stalk pretty young things
I'd watch . Waiting .
When they weren't suspecting I would strike
I'd cut their throats with one slice of my knife .
That's not all I would do .
I'd make those girls mine .
Time after time .
They were so pretty with their dead eyes and lips blue
But those days are over .
I'm locked in a cell
I'm the victim now .
Oh , how the other animals make me pay.
Tomorrow will be my last day on this earth.
They'll strap me to a chair and fry my brain for all it's worth.
These violent delights have violent ends.
Dear World,
Dear world ,
You started dying today . Your death began with the death of a few people . That doesn't seem all that strange or world changing, but those people just didn't die . They died then came back to life . Not alive like they once were, but alive . Alive and crazed by hunger to consume human flesh. I know this is the end . It has to be . You , world , are definitely dying . Dying violently . Going out with a bang. Good for you , World.
You're not the only one going out with a bang . Today, I saw eleven people , I guess they're still people , get shot in the head by National Gaurd soldiers . The saddest part of it all? I'm sure today was just the beginning , and things are going to get much worse .
You're not going to die alone world . People are going to die with you . Everyday . Until none of us are left .