Poems from Nemesis1313
The little crippled one
On the floor is dying:
Move me to the casket
So that my blood won't
Bleach the carpet
Tuck me away
In a...
That there is no such thing as
It gets better from here
That there will always be more
Lies than truth
You have always been
And will...
Life has it's little perks when you're still alive
And a bullet for the handgun if you're still alive
Two cyanide pills,
Three shotguns,...
And who are you without your group of friends
Without all the latest fasion trends
No radiant hair or the popular guy to be by your side...