The Demons’s Tits
German Alcala
Published by German Alcala at Smashwords
Copyright 2010 German Alcala
WARNING TO THE READER
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Thank you for opening this book whether it may be on an eBook Reader or through other means. Before you read further however, I must warn you of the strong language and subject matter written about in this poetry collection. There is no sense of censorship in this poetry. Through a range of subjects I cannot stress enough that if you do not have a strong stomach to not read this poetry. I cannot stress enough that this collection is meant to be read by stable adults and those who have strong minds for violence and the matters that lay out in this book.
Mental anguish is most probably going to ensue if you do not have the mentality to handle the subjects in this book. Should you have doubts, but read the collection despite the doubts please understand that you have been warned, and suing me for Mental Anguish or any damage that this writing does to you won’t work out, because you are being warned, and I don’t have anything worth suing for, so that’s that. I’m not paying for therapy sessions, and I’m not going to hold your hand and tell you that the subjects in this book are based off of fiction…
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Prepare Your Mind To Whisk
And Have Peace Be Mourned
Continue At Your Own Risk
For You Have Been Warned
-German Alcala
The Demon’s Tits
Poem Listing
1
The Demon’s Tits
Underneath the grimes and the sorrows of mortality
Lies the forever burning kingdom of eternal insanity
Where the forever burning pained human screaming
Grows weary upon the demons that do the dreaming
Underneath the red flesh so supple and yet so coarse
Lies the black spirit that is now screaming itself horse
The whispers traveled along the walls carved of brimstone
The murmurs were heard louder than any torturous groan
Satan himself feared of what the murmurs and rumors say
One day he pressed his ear against the wall and heard play:
“How we slave and work, kill and die, but never proceed!
We forget the bigger things that we have been yet to see”
Satan had known all along in the very pit of his stomach
That soon enough his minions would decide to run amok
He threw away all of his plans for the day filled of slaughter
He rushed to his palace and took hold of his only daughter
Her amethyst purple eyes began to tear as she heard throngs
Her father had to shield her ears from their anarchistic songs
They marched in rows and clustered from their caves of Hell
Yelling, screaming, and singing. The palace guards soon fell
In hundreds they all marched. Spawns of Satan tired of life
Bent all on overthrowing Satan. Each one wielded their knife
Into the palace’s yards they marched with fire balls in hand
They threw knives, fire, and stones until the doors were sand
They flooded into the palace and destroyed every item they saw
The throngs quickly found and exploited every possible building flaw
Walls shook, and soon began to crumble, but nothing was finished
Then came a grand black chariot and all of the noise diminished
From the chariot exploded fire, the roof flew far towards the heavens
Out came the mistress of evil and sin. T’was the Queen of Demons
Silence was still as Satan himself felt her presence for she was great
For she is the only creature that neither God nor Satan could create
Born of her own malice and sin The Queen of Demons is nothing
Yet her power is so strong that she does know and can destroy everything
She moved her head slowly. Her eyes sweeping the demons of sin
She looked up to the palace. Her gaze fell on the tower Satan hid in
Her lips curled and twisted. She pounded her fists on the chariot roof
She clenched her teeth, and then she yelled. Her powerful growl was her strength’s proof.
Her growl rang through Hell and into the demons’ heads
Her growl fulfilled Satan’s worst dreads
She hollered and yelled until her chest expanded so wide
Her breasts grew into such sizes that her clothes were untied
Naked and angry her body began to flash the darkest red
She did not end her growl until her throat had finally bled
Her minions attacked the palace, and the towers did fall
Satan lay dead next to the Queen of Demons so tall
She opened her mouth and her putrid words rang
“Climb now, creatures of madness” she now sang
“Climb the brimstone walls of this Hell, and up to life
Take each one of you your own trusty knife
We climb and we march up to the grand world above
We shall maim and destroy everything that they love
Let the overthrowing of Satan be nothing compared
To the overthrowing of God! For which we are proudly prepared!”
The demon’s tits were ready to be rubbed against brimstone
They were ready to see God himself become overthrown
They were large and enchanted and would soon seduce humans
They were everything that was needed to bring about your ruins
2
I Need To Do It More
How sweet the smell of roses
As they burn to tender ash
How pleasant a child’s laugh
Even more is a child’s scream
How pleasant when I get to see
A parent’s face as I kill the child
How sweet the smell of blood
Mixed with Vodka into a syringe
How sexually thrilling the smoke
That plumes out of a bong of weed
How fulfilling the feeling of older lips
Wrapped around my underage cock
How relaxing to know nobody knows
Nobody loves me and nobody cares
How sweet the smell of roses
When I am too high to remember life
I need to do it more
It is what I truly adore
The drugs and the alcohol flood it away
Help me not feel bad about being gay
Wash away all of my fears and allow me a breath
And should I drink enough I will induce my death
How exciting the prospect of dying finally
How sweet to think of ending my life full of cruelty
Oh, how I need to do it more, because I scream
When a man old enough to be my dad pounds me
I begin to scream like a coward
So I must have more to numb the pain
To keep me from going absolutely insane
Listen to the voice in my mind saying that life is trash
Listen to the voice in my heart that is a quiet murmur
Listen to the groans of the man pounding at my innocence
Listen to the voice of my pimp imploring me to go out more
Listen to the voice of my dealer as he laughs and smiles
He’s the only person who’s ever happy to see me
I need to do this more
It is all that brings me joy now
3
Make the Problem Smaller
I can feel my fat folds along my body. They feel grotesque
How I dream and pray for a body that could do burlesque
How I wish my face would not be round, but so statuesque
I can even smell the chocolate hidden in my studying desk
I know my mother is so much thinner and prettier than me
I have heard my only father himself say how ugly I seem
I must stop eating for good; I must not be a human atrocity
I large monster that could eat her own mother is what I see
In the morning I awake to feel my fat rolls bounce around
In my house there is nobody awake and therefore no sound
I look to my bedroom mirror and felt disgust so profound
Suddenly the gentle voices that are in my head now abound:
Make the problem smaller, and your world will be much better
Without all the fat you will look so much nicer and slimmer
People will like you because you will be so much prettier
If not you will be hated for being so much uglier and fatter
Make the problem smaller, the girls will flock to your side
To the popularity and adoration you will be brought inside
The boys will fall apart to be closer to your smaller behind
Boys will fall apart for you to please take them for a ride
Stop eating.
Feel the love.
As you die from bulimia
You’re remembered with love
4
Forgot Your Face
My body scared and bruised. Every scratch still stings
My skin still purple and swollen. My heart in stitches
Still life goes on and my little caged bird still sings
I grow only hungrier as you amass all of your riches
I found that to the world it did not matter if I died
I would not be remembered and I would fade away
However, when you died the entire world then cried
Only too happy to see you dead I went to the burial
I stared upon your corpse, and was met with surprise
So fragile and weak you were when I saw you there
Seeming to not possess strength to force out my cries
However, force out my cries you did with a cruel snare
I was only a child, so young and so trusting back then
Once I was able to leave my adoptive home I forgot it
When asked of my scars. Even I would ask, When?
No matter how I tried to ignore it I remember your hit
I look upon your old face. Observe the wrinkles so deep
I should be glad to see that you have finally dropped dead
I should laugh and laugh until I begin to weep and weep
Now I find myself in front of a stranger resting her head
I forgot your disgusting face without even noticing when
The sick anger and the malice inside you has deformed you
You were dark and mysterious. Tall and slender back then
You were once so strong to beat me until my skin was blue
I forgot your face. It was once so innocent and frightful
I hated your youth, oh, how I envied your young beauty
Beating you until your face was swollen was so delightful
Looking at you after so long I come to regret it all so truly
Your eyes like stone and your features so harsh and strong
You look prepared to kill should somebody attack at you
Compared to the person you once were you look so wrong
The sands of time have shifted to sculpt what I beat blue
I forgot your face, I was once so afraid of your power
Now you lie in a cripple old body and I stand like a tower
I forgot your face that was once full of strength and power
Now I can be no stronger, and you can lie no lower
From my grand pedestal I reach down and smash your nose
Just like you did to me when I was a little girl so helpless
I rip your glued lips open. The woman behind me up-throws
Your face now bruised some more. I walk away now fearless.
5
Come With Me
We both know the pain that I now can feel
I know quite well that you want me for life
So, here I am, and I propose to you a deal
Take a knife to your neck and end all strife
Take a capsule of deadly poison and let’s go
I promise that you won’t miss life’s show
Come with me. Die with me. Rot with me
I trust that we will never regret this choice
Suicide with me. Leave with me. Die with me
This world of ours will never miss your voice
You’ve said before that my problems are yours
Well, I have problems, and my life now bores
We must go together and die in each other’s arms
I know that if you think about it you will agree
That we can both happily run away from harms
This is a world in which we no longer want to be
You know that you would die anyway if I go away
So, let’s go together and escape this prison show
Run away with me to Heaven to stay forever young
Two lovers going away together, you’ll be known
We will not be found once our necks have been rung
If we both run away nobody’s world will be blown
No tears will fall to hear of our deaths, so let’s run
I promise that together in Heaven we will have fun
Come with me. Die with me. Break away with me.
The only way to save ourselves would be to suicide
Vanish with me. Go away with me. Die with me.
Together, in Heaven, we will both happily reside
If we go far away together I will no longer doubt you
If I go I know that you will be left so lonely and blue
The time to fly away to Never Land is now, Wendy
Don’t deny me the eternal life that is spent with you
All you need is shoot yourself with a bullet so deathly
Then we will be together forever, and forever young
Come with me to see from the clouds how the world falls
Fly with me. Let us not be held back by physical walls
6
Willingly Forced
I can’t believe you’re in here
I should have locked the door
With you here I meet my fear
And you want me on the floor
I should really run away
But I realize that I’m gay
Your hands rush up along my thigh
And I begin to breathe in small breathes
Your fingers are playing. Making me fly
You’re so much stronger than I am
Your long hair is in my face
And suddenly we’re removing our sheathes
The bras on the floor, I don’t want to go further
Willingly forced into bed with you
I can’t believe I’m here in this with you
As we discover how much our bodies click
Willingly forced into this and refusing dick
I do love every moment of this, but not
For I had told you “No” ten minutes ago.
My mind is rushing to make sense of what is not true
I can’t believe you are forcing me into this monstrosity
Oh, but your skin feels too good
I find myself contradicting everything I think I know
However, this is not a time to think, not this night
Your hand is slapping upon my ass without regret
And I realize that you’re raping me. I hate loving it.
Unwillingly forced into this
I am in such a lustful bliss
With you I feel like I’m being whored
However, it feels so good
And before I know it, I’m moaning
Murmuring orders for you to go faster
Deeper, stronger, and you don’t fight me
I bend my legs and you realize that you’re in trouble
Isn’t this what you wanted to do? Of that there isn’t doubt
Now I’m raping you. Fast, hard, letting you cry out
Ecstasy is the only word for your body
I know that you like me, you would do anything
Even break law, just for a few minutes inside of me
Unwilling forceful you started this not me
Now take it. You want it. I know it hurts.
But it feels so good as well, so take it all
Faster, harder, and you’ll realize pain
Now I’m raping you with my fingers and mouth
You may be screaming for an end on the outside
But you know that this is a dream come true
7
How We Do
How we do? We love the power of control we have over you
If we say something. You have no choice but to obey
You can deny it until I say anything to prove it true
To have our strength proven in everything we say
I am a killer, baby, and I love standing powerfully
It is the smell of fear in the air I love the most
After they fall to their knees begging for mercy
My name will never be in tomorrow’s morning post
I’m the hooker. I’m a cunt, and I’m an army private
I could tell you that I have aids to let you get a condom
If you treat me like the cunt I am, I’ll keep quiet
I’m in control as the illness inside you does blossom
I am the Popstar accused of using the worst of drugs
I am privileged beyond reproach and can do as I wish
Despite the true accusation I still have my fan’s hugs
I have such strong power until my good looks finish
I am the army general bent upon success over this shit
If I order you to march into the fire of deadly guns
You have no choice but to die, because I command it
I control whether or not your blood spills and runs
I am blood so slipper and sweet. I want to run
I see you when you cut yourself in the night
When your body is old I rush to have my fun
To end both our lives I have the undeniable might
I am the cancer in the air. In the food that you eat
All I can do is grow in my strength. You cannot win
All I know is pain, and that I can almost never be beat
I control all your life should I choose you as a victim
I am a God; I am control every moment of your life
I decree if you should live or if you should die
If I say I wish for it you will endure horrible strife
My power cannot be denied despite how hard you try
It’s the sickness and the lust you contract
It’s the wish for power, and how you obtain it
How they do they will rot in hell for their act
Obsessed with controlling even as the most hated
8
Meet You There
All I do is to ask of their age, sex, and location
Suddenly we’re engaged in mutual masturbation
I Say: Hey baby face, what’s up, little girl
She says: Looking 4 some1 to take me on a whirl
I Say: Is your body nice, firm, and tight?
Baby I could give everything that you want tonight
She says the name of my city and we arrange
I Say: Meet you there and we’ll wildly engage
I’ll meet you there, when the clock strikes twelve
I know you’re trustworthy, because you’re twelve
I can’t wait to meet you there. We’ll have fun
I’ll be da master, and u’ll be da slave who can’t run
Her blood ran down her childish legs that night
I slapped at her face and encouraged her fright
Her screams filled the night, until I cracked her neck
They’re never finding her body. I left her in a wreck
Back in my home. It’s dark and feces run along the walls
I like rubbing my feces everywhere, heck, even my balls
I Say: 14/M, I skate, I’m thin, and my hair is blonde
Suddenly everyone wants me. Everybody wants a bond
I lie to the young girls and boys on the internet
I create a wit and a charm that gets them wet
I say: Hey, we should meet up, where you from?
In my chest my heart beats like a hungry drum
He says the name of my city and I rejoice
He will soon become another silenced voice
He says: I rly wanna meet up, where can u go?
I arrange a place where he thinks he’ll get blow
My mind set on the kill. I felt the rush inside me
I couldn’t wait to make a cute little boy bleed
The blood lust has returned to my heart and soul
My mind is set on an exciting murderous goal
So, here I am… just like we had both agreed
I had a boner on which I wanted him to feed
It was dark outside The Siren a coffee shop
Into the street a boy walked with a walk like a hop
I gasped for breathe, he was gorgeous and cute
The rag of chloroform was hidden inside my suite
I went behind him. Suddenly he had a gun in the air
“You’re in Hell now” he looked down “meet you there”
9
No Pudeo Pensar
I can hear my scream vibrate through the air
I can see the gun in your hand as you stand there
The bullet is suddenly pushed out of the barrel
And my mother falls to the floor. I suddenly unravel
My world is gone, and my mother’s blood runs
Her yell will haunt the rest of my days under the sun
Suddenly my hands are wrapped around your neck
Push you into a glass bringing shards into the wreck
I just want to kill you and make sure you blood is out
You killed my mother; would have killed me no doubt
There are no thoughts in my mind now expect your death
I light you on fire without resting even for a quick breathe
No puedo pensar! Todo lo que quiero es tu sangre
Y vas a conocer lo que sufro mi única madre
I cannot think! All I want to do is spill your blood
Then you will know what my only mother suffered
You deserve to die slowly. Revenge is so sweet
How I love to see you fall from your two feet
Over drugs. You shot my only mother over money!
I came here to prosper and to rise in this country
Now, I have no option but to take your gun from you
Killing you now will feel only so just and so true
Your blood will make me happy and I will move on
Hit up the next bus back to Mexico and I’ll be gone
No puedo pensar! Solamente sé que tú debes morir
Con tu sangre en el piso mi madre va poder dormir
I cannot think! I just know that you have to die
My mother will sleep once your blood begins to slide
Your face begins to blister as I cover you in gasoline
I’m ripping at your neck as if my hand were a machine
Slowly the house burns around me as you die
The ashes and sparks only grow and begin to fly
I never noticed the flames envelope my mother
She yelled in pain. The bullet had only injured her
I could not think as the flames jumped onto me
No pude pensar en lo que yo me encendí
10
Pedophiles
Oh little children, us all up in the new park
It’s jumping with all the sand boxes up in here
I can feel their eyes peeling at my body so young
I can smell lust when it was in the air and it hung
I’ll hit the Swing Set, and escape a feeling so vile
Excuse me, can I have a little old push… and a pedophile?
Is some
There are some
I see some
I feel some
Pedophiles up in here
Welcome to a child’s fear
Make a move. What you gonna do, braw?
I ain’t got no time for slow seduction, Grandpa
It’s some pedophiles up in here
Let me a little thing clear
Make a move, but don’t break a hip though
I ain’t got no time, so just grab at me and go
It doesn’t take work to do it
I’ll give a dog his dentures
And I can see you
Staring at my GooGoo
I see the way you want it
Hey, I know you want it bad
You remember how good it tasted
When you were as young as me
So take a bite, and you better do it fast
Hurry up ‘cause I’m aging pretty bad
Do you wanna jitterbug?
That don’t make you old!
Do you miss your teen days?
That don’t make you old!
It just means you’re ripe, ready for the picking
Now I want to have some juicy fruit from you
Hurry on up, I’m here hungry for you. Stripping.
I want ya, Grandpa, touch me real slow and true
Everybody from 20 to 80 is welcome to touch
Touch me here, and make me scream and cry
Slowly, big boy, slowly; it’s too nice a job to rush
Don’t stop pounding no matter how hard I pry
Did you fight in Vietnam?
That don’t make you old
Do you remember Hitler?
That don’t make you old
So, the oldies are waning all away
Perhaps you should just forget how to play
But it won’t be the last time you hear a child say:
“We’re gonna call our parents if you don’t go away”
Do you wanna be me?
That don’t make you old!
Or do you remember Reagan?
That don’t make you old!
Alright, Mr. Porter here’s something else for you
As the children run away in fright of the nasty
What’s the P?
I’m asking what’s The P?
Pedophilia
Perverse
Father Porter
Penis… old saggy penis
But that don’t mean no nothing
So, let’s go old man
11
Hung His Wings
The white swan of my life and in my mind
I should have looked, but I left him behind
He could no longer stand life’s cruel grind
How I wish I would not have been so blind
I could never fully clear him from my mind
Now he’ll rest forever for the worms to find
I spoke to him for hours on his final day
How he so easily blew my mind far away
I think at one point my feet began to sway
With language and laughs we both did play
A smile on my face I could not stop a display
To try comforting him I went out of my way
Last I saw him, he was sad and falling apart
His sorrow wrenched deep into my weak heart
I hated seeing him hit by a poison love-dart
For he had just had been hit by a broken heart
Death and gray clouds slowly broke him apart
To escape the tragedies of life there was one way
On his final day I had come to realize I was his
In his final hours I decided that he was a bliss
I suddenly set my sights upon obtaining his kiss
It took only a few hours for my heart to do this
I was now filled with feelings I wouldn’t dismiss
For he was a swan that nobody should ever resist
For when the heart of a swan feels this it sings
I had lost myself and found light after the flings
I realized that I was under a black swan’s Wings
Now I wanted him and my eyes had become rings
Rings that were intertwined only on his white wings
Then his friend ran up and told me
“He hung his wings”
12
When You Left
It was all about the love and all about the joy
Suddenly I realized that you felt like some toy
I noticed that I had probably begun to annoy
It was time I left for good
I really felt that I should
I won’t missed, so, now I’m gone for good
How the sun fell and didn’t want to rise anymore
When you left me here, you are all that I do adore
How the bath water felt so much colder
How the wind became so much stronger
How music had became so annoying to me
How television became so disturbing to see
How every laugh became a screeching groan
How I became so lonely and cold on my throne
My throne up here in my own world
A world now sent into a terrible whirl
My world’s greatest being has gone missing
The bells stopped, and the lovers aren’t kissing
Breathing becomes so much harder
And the days begin to grow longer
When you left for so long from this place
I was sure I would never again see you face
What a cruel universe, why is it so grand and vast?
So easy for you to hide from me among the tall grass
Such cruel winds blow through my home in a whish!
And they blow away your scent that I’ll badly miss
Cruel singers who write out their songs of heartbreak
They make it sound like they’re dieing from a mistake
Where I’m in truly dying after you left forever
Dying to once more see your face I really do treasure
How soon my own human inability to photograph
Will forever do away with the memory of your face
The last thing left of you will be a painful trace
That will sting into me and cut at me from inside
Until I get into my mother’s car and go on a ride
Drive myself into the ocean
Just because I want to see you
When you left the world stopped turning for a while
The sweetest fruit began to taste so bitter and vile
When you left my hopes and dreams went with you
Everything about you kept my heart open and true
When I left I left behind nothing but death and despair
Now I realize that I broke a mind that has no repair
When you left I discovered how truly weak I am inside
How I will forever miss you. Never leave your memory aside
13
Inside Looking Out
The water gets wider as the world falls apart
I can feel the pain of it all growing in my heart
Then my senses are lost and I wipe away my smile:
I can smell the pain of the world
I can see the sadness in Africa’s heart
I can taste the blood in my mouth
I can hear the screams of Los Angeles
I hold the world in my hand
I’m insane
I’m disturbed
I know I’ll die young
I know the world will end
I have no innocence left in me
A Virgo with the strength of the Earth
A faggot with the mind of a demon!
A fourteen year old with a failing heart
A crazy dumb bitch, released into the city
A coward, an idiot, and a freak
A trusting child, a little whore, and a snake
A boy with the ass of a Mexican Puta
An alien dancer with a weak human body
I’m in an innocent child waiting to be released
So much promise and so much skill imprisoned
A soul that has been kicked and beaten into the dirt
On the inside of this crazy ass bitch
Looking out and wincing every time she goes ape-shit
Inside looking out at this crazy little boy
About to crack his head on the floor
Should have stopped him when I still could
Now he’s much too strong for me to fight
It breaks my heart to the point that I get a heart infection
I’m on the inside of a dizzy body
The pain in our body is too much
The bones holding us up crack too often
I realize that this insane cunt is much too insane
This crazy bitch isn’t going anywhere even if I die!
So, when I die it will be society’s fault
(Or so the news will try to scream!)
Barbara Walters will be squeezing her lips
She’ll be unable to see what all the signs were
So, instead of leaving the world in mystery
I’ll lay it out right now
I’m cruel enough to scare away all the cute boys
I’ll never kill a bitch, because no human is worth my time
I know how the secret to solving World Hunger
And nobody will fucking get it out of me!
I know how to heal death, and I’m not saying!
Do you think you know the meaning of life?
You’re dead wrong
I know it
And it’s a stupid fucking reason
It’s a God filled with ego who created us to play with life
Destroy our hearts
Even when we fall on our knees and praise his fucker name!
I dare you to try me
Call the insane asylum on me
I’ll fight my way out of a straight jacket
Like I fought my way out of the twisted umbilical cord
Be careful before I thrust a knife in myself and I live
Be careful before I run for president and win
Inside this strange world I look around
I realize that nothing is dignified
I fill with grace every morning (you have no idea)
No matter how hard I try to be a good Virgo
My soul is poisoned beyond repair
Like the white swan I will fall when nobody realizes
That I’m being pulled apart from the inside
Inside looking out as we write this prophetic poem
Our head hurts too much to stand
How lucky that this world is so badly cared for
How lucky that we have a heart disability
Or else we would have the strength to tear buildings down
Or else we would have the strength to yell at the sun
Or else we would have the strength to travel the world
Spreading our poison everywhere we would go
Hopefully this crazy monster will die soon
Then I will be free to rise to heaven as an innocent
It’s not my fault that I’m insane
It’s not my fault that I’m filled with grace
It’s not my fault that I go ape-shit sometimes
I won’t blame society
Because I’m more insane than all of society
I’ll blame a merciful God who’s greatest act was creating me
14
It’s Horrendous
I’m a son of Satan. I am a bitch
I come from Hell. Born in a ditch
You know I killed my dad
Then I shot a priest’s head
And his blood looked so rad
I love seeing people drop dead.
I ripped out the eyes of a baby
I encouraged a boy’s suicide
Became a priest for boy-pussy
I am absolutely empty inside
I sold drugs and I killed
In murder I am skilled
I beat my wife until she died
From my troubles I only hide
I killed my own son at night
Instilled into him horrible fright
I helped bomb the World Trade Center
Lost my virginity at ten to a mentor
And don’t forget the horrible detail
Don’t forget how horribly I come to fail
Don’t forget that I’m young and gay!
Oh my Goddess, what will the people say?!
Call for justice upon the piece of shit
Find him and may your bullets hit
Sharpen your pitchforks and steak out the faggot
If you should find him you must kill him like a maggot!
What he has done is heart-wrenching
What he has done is sickening
It’s Horrendous; it’s Deplorable, and Vile
He’s disturbed and deserves no fair trail
It’s Atrocious, it’s Criminal, and it’s Sick
Don’t love him. Don’t fall into his trick
There’s a monster lurking in the city at night
Don‘t let him instill into you such dark fright
He’s a Demon cast down from the heavens for sin
And spit out from a Hell too weak to handle him
Should he look into your eyes he’ll know your heart
He’ll speak to you lovingly and then tear you apart
An alien creature and a monster inside a boy
He’ll befriend you and turn you into a little toy
He’s a sin against nature. A creature so disgusting
It’s horrendous; it’s a display that is so sickening
He must be burned at the stake and buried faraway
It’s horrendous; it’s a monstrous thing to display
Look in a mirror, and realize that you are also human
There is too much power in you that you’re assuming
Realize that you are only rambling and people think alone
There is nothing you can say to deter me from taking a throne
There is nothing to you can do to save my soul from Hell
So, stop hating upon the story I am here badly wanting to tell
Pray for me, and pray that I may become a good child
But until then I will stand alone, and be amazingly wild
Pray that I don’t slaughter you like I slaughtered others
Hide your children, hide your gold, and hide your brothers
I’m vain, I’m dangerous, and I’m blunt with the truth
Unfortunately I’m intelligent with silver tongue and tooth
I could mark your fate and have you dead by the morning
Bitch, you know that nobody will begin mourning
What is there to say about my powerful hatred?
Or about my innocence that I have never held sacred
What is there to say about the brilliance of life?
Or about me holding up my gun and a bloody knife
People will say that it’s horrendous and I will agree
It’s horrendous; it’s a boy that nobody should see
It’s deplorable to do what I have done and said
It’s an aggravating jealousy to see that I’m read
15
Best We Forget
Oh my God, may that never happen to my child
Hopefully the man on my street doesn’t go wild
The run down half way house across the street scares
To even go to that side of the street, nobody dares
And did you hear of the girl’s body that was found?
I told you that night I had heard a strange sound
The news is saying a new war is breaking out
The country is polluted with corruption and doubt
Did you hear that the kid across the street did drugs?
Did you hear he was kidnapped as a child by thugs?
Did you hear about the little boy that was raped?
Did you hear about the girl whose eyes got scrapped?
Don’t speak of it, best we forget, best we move on
Forget about it. Those poor people are dead and gone
Don’t acknowledge it, that doesn’t happen to us
All you do by thinking is cause yourself more stress
Pretend that there is no suffering. There really isn’t
We all know that all the bad guys are in prison
Don’t you worry about any of those matters it’s rare
Best we forget and of sentiment we strip ourselves bare
My friend died last week after ten years with leukemia!
All I have known since then is paranoia and insomnia
My relative contracted aids from somebody so close to him
His fate is now sealed and everything I know has gone grim
The world is flooding over and millions are drowning now
A celebrity was murdered and will never again take a bow
The pope was declared a homosexual and there is no snow
The Earth is falling apart from inside as the sun does grow
Scientists across the world proved that there is no God
The White House was bombed and I met a firing squad
Priests across the country are being accused of rape
They hung themselves when they discovered no escape
What is there to do after such events? How we will go on?
Best we forget, and live as if they had never been gone
Pretend that there is no cancer, and that there is no death
All it does is make you think and then go short of breathe
Best we forget. Best we ignore. Best we hide from fear
Best we cover our eyes. Best we pretend we can’t hear
Best we go on with our lives. Best that we leave misery
Best we forget, and allow it to fade into our history
Let the little children grow weak and go hungry and thin
Let the ozone layers keep rotting away from within
Best we forget, and for ignoring the pain we’ll feel no regret
Just close your eyes and fall asleep, it’s so easy to forget
16
Realizing An End
Nothing lasts forever, especially the things we wish would
Disaster must strike after you do everything you could
In the end you realize that through it all you did good
And you realize that an end to the ceremony has arrived
Suddenly you remember from where the journey derived
You remember the struggle and can’t believe you survived
The cold water splashes around you for as far as you see
He floats nearby and you’ll hold onto his hand for eternity
You are always so safe as long as he is here to protect thee
The life boats are all gone. Scared that they would die
You see a single boat that did return and the heart does fly
You look into his face and realize an end to the loving high
Swim across the waters; know that you cannot die here
To live after his strong love is something you really fear
However, to make him happy you must live a life of cheer
Strong enough to realize an end to something so grand
Around the whistle you must wrap your delicate hand
Screech for help. Your life is at risk. Make it back to land
You must realize an end to the amazing journey eventually
So that a new adventure may begin soon and respectfully
Realize an end and finally find yourself feeling humility
Realize and embrace the final moments of happiness and joy
There is a chance that you might never again see this boy
Love that there’s a chance for him to never come and annoy
Realize the strength in yourself. To move on from death
Realize that over this you will not lose your own breathe
Realize that there is always a silver-lining in even Macbeth
There is life even when the knives have been used until dull
Innocence still yet does lie in the most badly abused skull
And after the horrible tragedy comes the simplistic lull
It wasn’t as such with the dearest sweet girl dying slowly
With her sister trapped in Bergen-Belsen, treated so lowly
Her heart falling apart to watch sweetest Margot coldly
There was nothing she could do for her body also suffered
The typhus had clung to them in the filthy camp’s cluster
Anne looked across from her to see her sister did not muster
She realized an end to the struggle, and an end to the joys
Realized that she was now truly alone and for death poised
Realized she would never again play with her childhood toys
The end came to her a few days after she had seen her sister’s
The end was covered in tear and her skin covered in blisters
So cold for her hair had been pulled away by rusty scissors
Realize the end and you will survive past the horrible sorrow
Because I hold belief that you will be released by tomorrow
No more will your precious time be measured as Nazi’s borrow
Realizing an end to the war and realizing a beginning for life
Realizing that this only marks an end to the terrible strife
Dead rest their heads; the unease is for he who held the knife
Oh, for if you held the knife that brought about the end
You realize that you must soon find yourself to be dead
Dearest Adolf Hitler was in the end his own best friend
Place the pistol in your mouth and pull upon it with ease
God will look down and nod his head in shame. Appeased
For such an end should never be the brining of your release
Realizing an end to life, realizing an end to your struggle
Realize an end to a childhood or maybe that of a muggle
Realize the end of a God. For the last pagan was humble
Realize that life goes on and there is never an end to love
Realize that the human soul is unwavering despite the shove
Realizing the end will allow peace to reign from clouds above
(Bonus Poem)
Return To Life
Over the recent times and tears
You have seen so many fears
You’ve been beaten down to the worst
Of true pain you saw your first
And you were gone quiet fast
That was the first look at pain… and the last
On this day so many sing and laugh together
You were to be so lonely during the splendor
But life didn’t give you the chance
You caught the saviors in a sudden trance
So, before the last drop of blood from your wrist falls
The savior returns and life begins again and time crawls
Return to life, for now you must rejoice
It’s not the end of strife, but a better choice
Instead of loneliness they choose happiness
They noticed that you’re sweeter than Venus
Return to life; enjoy it for it’s yours
Awakening and breathing are no longer chores
And when the sun sets you’ll smile
Sleep now for tomorrow begins a new trail
However, you’ll sleep in peace and comfort
Knowing that today you didn’t fall short
From now on out for life only progresses
And your heart no longer finds stresses
Return to life, and the glory and a family
Consider yourself saved from lonely certainty
Allow life and love to fill you up
And let the sweet times fill your cup
Return to life, forget the sorrows of yesterday
May it truly happen that you’re here to stay
Fin
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