The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry
DOOM

I can't cry for you now

And endless list of lost lives
tragic deaths
innocent bystanders

Doom awaits
Death comes slowly
in many forms

Gunshot wound to the chest
broken heart
old age
mad cow-disease or plane crash

don't breathe don't eat meat don't procreate
don't drink too much but drink enough
don't smoke don't laugh too hard
but don't be too serious
don't die when God calls you
we'll find a way to prolong your misery


Doom awaits
Death comes slowly
in many forms
PASSED OUT


The night is blind
I cannot see
everything's dark

I scream, I scream, I scream
but I don't wake up
I run, I run, I run
but I can't escape
there's no exit in sight

They're coming
I hit him with a shovel
but he won't die
they're coming
and there's no escape

Everything's twisted
not quite as it should be
not as it should be at all
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