Jonestown Suicide.

I walk through the quiet streets of Jonestown,
my thoughts spin as I turn and look around.
I only see body's sprawled on the land,
To bring the freedom and justice as we had planed.
Yesterday there where a thousand people in the street.
Yesterday I'd heard the pitter-patter of youthful feet.
Yesterday my dear Jones had said.
If we can't fight them living we must fight them dead.
With a vat filled with water and cyanide touch
we drank for freedom, justice, and such.
For those to young in there infancy years,
we gifted them syringes with the poisonous tears.
Every woman, man, and child takes their turn.
To follow Jones orders it to what we all yearn.
In but a few minutes we all will pass on,
To live in freedom and justice foregone.

Youth

Break it down,
we're breaking all around.
No one's safe and sound
and we can't find a way to win.

We're young and and we are bold,
terrified to get old.
We're screwing up the world
and I don't think we even care.

We're trouble,
a puddle
of angst is washing in.
Surrounding,
and drowning,
we've filled up to the brim.
I can't stand myself,
and I don't even care.

I complain about my life
when I don't got any strife.
yeah my life is 'pree good,
and I'm not misunderstood.

The world is like my stage,
but you where the same at my age.
Ignorant and young,
obnoxious and dumb.


We're trouble,
a puddle
of angst is washing in.
Surrounding,
and drowning,
we've filled up to the brim.

So,
we're driving you insane.
Like you'd rather slit a vane
then listen to another moment of our stupid smother.

We're trouble,
a puddle
of angst is washing in.
Surrounding,
and drowning,
we've filled up to the brim.
I can't stand myself,
and I don't even care.

We're trouble,
a puddle
Surrounding,
and drowning,
We're trouble,
a puddle
Surrounding,
and drowning,

Their Bain.

I see a million taken down,
I see you washing in their blood.
I hear a child breaking down.
I hear they blamed me for their flood.

I walk this one last broken street,
I heard that they where once strong.
They crawl behind with broken feet.
Their cries are their only song.


Can't fight the pain,
Can't stand the shame,
Don't want to be insane.
But can't fight this.
I can't fight this.
I need a break from broken bones.
I need place to call my home.
I need to get out of this hate,
I need to get away.


I see a woman broken down,
I see the mud you made her crown.
Can't believe this is the world.
Can't believe this is my world.


Can't fight the flame,
Can't stand the strain,
Don't want them to be slain.
But can't fight this.
I can't fight this.
I need a break from broken bones.
I need place to call my home.
I need to get out of this,
I need to get away.

I see the world and all it's pain,
I see how we have caused it.
I can't believe how we stand by,
Too numb,too cruel to commit.


Can't fight the blame,
Can't stand the rain,
Don't want to be their bane,
But can't fight this.
I can't fight this.

I can't fight this.

I can't fight.

Queen of the Secret Allyway.

She lived in a secret allway
in the old part of town.
Clothed in rags as robes,
and dirt for a crown.
Day to day
She begged on the street.
Her riches where dull quarters
that she spent just to eat.
Her palace was cardboard,
and though it was cruel,
she live in a secret alleyway
and our hearts she did rule.

Twelve notes.

What if for once in my life,
I broke down and was honest to you.
Would you even notice the things I go through.
I'm sick and I'm tired of this,
each swing followed by it's own miss.
What if I broke?
What if I tried?

Just Try.

You burn,
the pain is to much to handle.
A razor to your wrist dampens the blaze.
Yet I ask why you don't just put it out,
for the world is filled with extinguishers.
Ask, and I will help you find one.

My Comic

Rob Had a contest to finish his comicish.
Here's mine.