The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry
ONE LAST NIGHT ON EARTH

Oh the dead
the dead are alive tonight
walking in the streets
caught in the in-betweens
of our thoughts and beliefs
brought back by our denial
That we will all die one day
and be lost forever
What a magical night
for those left behind
whispered goodbyes
and precious moments
as lost souls walk once again
One last night on Earth
one last chance to feel the wind
and hear the noise of life being lived
before they die again and must return
to the eternal darkness of their homes
to non-existence
leaving us behind again
What a magical night
for tragic thoughts and destinies
Me?

The weird
the sad
living inside himself
searching for hidden treasure

Living by remote control
one for the TV and one for the soul
always on Standby
Waiting
for what may come
for what they'll do
to him
Waiting

The quiet
the shy
nothing to say
living in morbid fantasies
searching for a way out
who knows me?
PSYCHOTIC, but self-assured

That's the way we are
it's what we do
we go to far

Can't take it anymore
can't break me anymore
I'm no better
than the bleeding bitches
and the psychotic boys
the drunken guys
their torn stitches
what they try to hide
I'm nothing but a bore

Breathing acid clears your throat
but the corpse won't float
drowning in the moat
round your fairy tale castle
Who the hell are you to bring me down?
Bottle it all up
and send it to the ones I love
don't be too sad
because I feel so bad
I'd cut you too
An Xen Ex

Hold me
Love me
let the love grow

Kiss me
don't leave me
don't let me go

Care about us
thru bad and worse
they can't stop us

Pretend
there's no end
trust me
for the best

Wait for me
I'll catch up
it's our fate
it's love
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