a shitty poem

deadnote

from a fire in my hand
to the end of the day
without rain
i miss me

i thought i could make a diference
i thought i could make a change
but i know now
i have no power

deadnote

i guess we decided to meet in thee deseert
and i was certain my life would change
to be sssorrounded by the sssmiles
i inffflueeenced during inception

im so tired of waiting forr you
and im so tired of looking for you
im ffffull offf theee ssceeentt of death
death before thee swwim
death before i swim

aand ffurther more
my skin is crrustlike
drrips of water
run through my eyes
just enough to sstay alive

deadnote

theres a fine place ddddown there
aaat the bottom of the hill
the end of the road
thee plaace i hide
it dissapears

it looks good before i die
dissintergration fuffils my mind
eveeeerrrywhere i look i see
frrozen frrruit and aaalccohol drinks
but truth be known
im all alone

deadnote

theres no one heeere tonight
the sstars provide the lightt
the earth provides anotheer rest
this pain throbbing
in my chest
wont go away

im always trying to say the same thing
wishing wwe could bee ssomeeething
and these ddarrrrn keys im not eeerasin
and that peeerfect swing
ill always be ravin

well aaanyways ggoodnightt