high school
sandman
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Wake up in the dark summer morning,
Get dressed and go out to the living room,
See my dad on the couch with his alcohol breath,
Don’t want to wake him up,
Don’t care if he doesn’t.
Pick up my bike and ride down to Freddy’s,
Pick up my thoughts and make a paper plane of them,
Throw it down from the edge of the windowsill of my classroom,
Mrs. Wade- Delle notices, sends me to detention,
Glad to be there,
Glad to be away.
Go to the cafeteria,
Kids sit on the tables and cuss their lives.
I don’t.
I hate it too much to think about it.
The bell goes off,
Children run off into the darkness of their books.
I don’t.
Stopped being a kid a long time back,
Went into detention,
Mr. McKenzie looks at me and sneers,
Mocks me in his eyes,
Thinks of me as ‘one of those kids’,
You know what I mean,
Don’t you?
I just sit there all alone,
But Diane turns around and says hi,
We pass chits, afraid not to speak.
Torn of our right,
Torn of our freedom.
When it’s time to leave,
I write back ‘later days’.
Heard this anywhere?
Must have.
Walk outside the school,
The sun has died now,
Too many expectations,
Too much pressure.
Pick up my bike,
Ride into the evening light,
Almost dark,
Not completely.
Reach my abode,
Reach my hell,
Put my bike where its not supposed to be,
Walk into the room infested with the light of the warm yellow bulb,
See my dad on the couch,
See no one else.
Empty bottles of death on the floor,
The TV’s still on,
‘ Make a fortune’- change your life,
How can a fortune change your life?
How can anything change any life?
Change?
What good does it bring?
What is change?
How long does it stay?
Change..
Touch the change in my pocket,
Too less to buy me anything.
See the change in the room,
Nothing there too see.
Walk up to my room,
Walk up to my sanctuary.
Open the door and step in,
My warm safe place,
Mine..
Stare at posters of pearl jam,
Open a drawer and take out my addiction,
Sit down on the bed,
A candle burns beside me,
The only light in the room other than my soul,
A spoon between my sweaty fingers,
Heat…
Slowly injecting dreams into my veins,
Slowly…my body gives away,
Floats away,
I see…
Fish on the moon,
Blood dripping from the trees,
People walking on the streets naked.
My hormones get the better of me.
As I tire after my ejaculation,
I drift off into a world that I crave to be in,
A world so unlike mine,
A world so unlike yours…
Pick up my bike and ride down to Freddy’s,
Knock on the back door and wait…
He comes out and we decide to go away.
Ride down into the morning light,
The dew is still fresh,
The sun is still here.
The birds have begun killing again.
Somewhere in Wisconsin somebody just woke up to the sounds of the rain,
The more I see, the more I cry.
Ride to the place under the bridge.
Sit there and smoke pot.
Listen to Alice in chains,
And write my own stuff,
Wishing we had a band of our own.
Too poor to buy our own instruments.
Too poor to buy anything.
He dares me, I accept.
Climb up to the railing,
The things they make to help them not fall.
Gravity.
A real enemy.
Climb on top.
Pick up my bottle of beer.
Balance it on my nose.
Shouldn’t have don’t that.
Screwed.
Accepting it is difficult.
Freddy just stares at my body,
Checks to see if anything is left in there.
But there isn’t,
Never was.
Takes out the change from my pocket,
Takes out the weed from my jacket.
Gets on my bike and just rides off.
I laugh at myself.
Survival of the fittest.
Death.
Darkness.
Makes sense to me.
To you???
Get dressed and go out to the living room,
See my dad on the couch with his alcohol breath,
Don’t want to wake him up,
Don’t care if he doesn’t.
Pick up my bike and ride down to Freddy’s,
Pick up my thoughts and make a paper plane of them,
Throw it down from the edge of the windowsill of my classroom,
Mrs. Wade- Delle notices, sends me to detention,
Glad to be there,
Glad to be away.
Go to the cafeteria,
Kids sit on the tables and cuss their lives.
I don’t.
I hate it too much to think about it.
The bell goes off,
Children run off into the darkness of their books.
I don’t.
Stopped being a kid a long time back,
Went into detention,
Mr. McKenzie looks at me and sneers,
Mocks me in his eyes,
Thinks of me as ‘one of those kids’,
You know what I mean,
Don’t you?
I just sit there all alone,
But Diane turns around and says hi,
We pass chits, afraid not to speak.
Torn of our right,
Torn of our freedom.
When it’s time to leave,
I write back ‘later days’.
Heard this anywhere?
Must have.
Walk outside the school,
The sun has died now,
Too many expectations,
Too much pressure.
Pick up my bike,
Ride into the evening light,
Almost dark,
Not completely.
Reach my abode,
Reach my hell,
Put my bike where its not supposed to be,
Walk into the room infested with the light of the warm yellow bulb,
See my dad on the couch,
See no one else.
Empty bottles of death on the floor,
The TV’s still on,
‘ Make a fortune’- change your life,
How can a fortune change your life?
How can anything change any life?
Change?
What good does it bring?
What is change?
How long does it stay?
Change..
Touch the change in my pocket,
Too less to buy me anything.
See the change in the room,
Nothing there too see.
Walk up to my room,
Walk up to my sanctuary.
Open the door and step in,
My warm safe place,
Mine..
Stare at posters of pearl jam,
Open a drawer and take out my addiction,
Sit down on the bed,
A candle burns beside me,
The only light in the room other than my soul,
A spoon between my sweaty fingers,
Heat…
Slowly injecting dreams into my veins,
Slowly…my body gives away,
Floats away,
I see…
Fish on the moon,
Blood dripping from the trees,
People walking on the streets naked.
My hormones get the better of me.
As I tire after my ejaculation,
I drift off into a world that I crave to be in,
A world so unlike mine,
A world so unlike yours…
Pick up my bike and ride down to Freddy’s,
Knock on the back door and wait…
He comes out and we decide to go away.
Ride down into the morning light,
The dew is still fresh,
The sun is still here.
The birds have begun killing again.
Somewhere in Wisconsin somebody just woke up to the sounds of the rain,
The more I see, the more I cry.
Ride to the place under the bridge.
Sit there and smoke pot.
Listen to Alice in chains,
And write my own stuff,
Wishing we had a band of our own.
Too poor to buy our own instruments.
Too poor to buy anything.
He dares me, I accept.
Climb up to the railing,
The things they make to help them not fall.
Gravity.
A real enemy.
Climb on top.
Pick up my bottle of beer.
Balance it on my nose.
Shouldn’t have don’t that.
Screwed.
Accepting it is difficult.
Freddy just stares at my body,
Checks to see if anything is left in there.
But there isn’t,
Never was.
Takes out the change from my pocket,
Takes out the weed from my jacket.
Gets on my bike and just rides off.
I laugh at myself.
Survival of the fittest.
Death.
Darkness.
Makes sense to me.
To you???
shy away,run away,oh terrified child.
move away into the fucken tornado.
move away into the fucken tornado.
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move away into the fucken tornado.