This is serenity,

I walk into the room;
it is home to me.
The bass speakers boom
and the shock sets me free.
A basement apartment
in a youth's house
unlocked internal compartments
and we are roused.
The spectators mosh;
and I get slammed.
We scorn posh;
and pity is banned.
The focus is forgetting
the mornings pain;
the band is letting
us go insane.
Retrieve your identity;
hold off the thief.
This is serenity
although it is brief.
Exterminate weakness
and thrash around.
Forget the bleakness
and move to the sound.
Remember the feeling
for the rest of your life.
It helps you with dealing
with earthly strife.



[This was entered in a contest; I had to use a word bank containing {slam; morning; focus; shock; exterminate; remember; thief}].

Oxygen.

"Cry me a river, I've got real problems.
At least I take the time to go out and solve 'em."
That is what I told the youth with bloody wrists.
"People like you are rot in our midst.
I don't care that you can't afford your new shoes;
I don't care about the girlfriend you're about to lose."
I laugh in his face and he reaches for a blade.
For it is one way to make the pain fade.

I am welcomed home with a slap to the face,
a few choice words about how I am a disgrace.
Deep down I am glad this is all there is;
usually there is more that my father gives.
I force back the tears;
along with my fears.
All emotions are hid as I walk to my room.
I know that I will forget them all soon.

As I am home in the dead of night;
inside well known walls I free myself from a bight.
Just like him a razor's what I use
for it is the only way to forget the pain of abuse.
The pain is only slight;
a small sting is it's might.
I repeat the process again;
This pain seems to be my friend.

In all this pain that my nerves set free.
I forget the pain of my days and me.