Down

Down go the friends in the pit of forever.
Up goes the frowns of the unhappy.
Smile.
Down go the egos of the rich.
Up go the pockets of the poor.

Robin Hood.
How long can the poor stay rich before they become the rich?

Should they be punished?

Is wealth a disease?

Down are the riders.
Up are the liars.

In Heaven.

Because God watches them.

Fall.

Down.

To the man who looks up.

From the down.

***ShadowTheHamilton***

Bleeding wrists, seething fists.

sometimes i do things to hurt myself
only to appreciate my life more
and to love the fact that hate thrives on appreciation
i get scared
so i lash out
and doubt
and get stronger
i need you
all
to believe in me
help me
believe in myself
help me fight
help me live
the darkness in which i was born in does not consume me
so don't let it confuse you
i don't let it consume me
but let it consume you
and you too
and see
i am not the one
you should be
intruiged
i'm the one you should believe
the sun is under me

Hyper Sonic

in the shadows

***ShadowTheHamilton***

Fighter Fire Flies

Kiss my ass.
I'm shining
See the light?

(chill that's enough poem right there... bout to write another...)

Sinner's Dinner

A knife to one's wrist give you your desert.
Blood red artichokes.
Forgive me for feeding you.
Sin.
Feeding you sin.
Feeding you, sin.
So who's the sinner?
The loser or the winner?
Who lost?
Depends on who's wrist was cut.

Feast up.

To live or die is only one decision of many that life has to offer.
Decide on your choices...

***ShadowTheHamilton***

10

Again
Friends
Sin
Win
Then
Wind
Sends
In
Grins
Spent
Within
Him
Did
This
Sh1t
(make)
Sense?

If
It
Did
Then
Lift
Fist
(celebration)
This
Is
(a)


10

Perfect life. Perfect wife. Perfect night.
I hope these moments last forever. If not, it was nice to know y'all...

***ShadowTheHamilton***

Valentine's Day Suicide

I hope you're boyfriend enjoys my future.
He kisses it.
He caresses it.
He tries to ignore it... when he smells your breath.
My future isn't the sperm cells you've swallowed.
It's the lies you're about to tell him.
Tell him he's the only one.
Tell him you're not infatuated with me.
Tell him it was just once.
I'll confront him.
My day is his day.
Which is why my day is die day.
I no longer exsist to you.
I am no longer your friend.
I am the lover you sought refuge in one too many times.
One, two, many times.
I am not human.
I am a day.
2/14
2+1+4=7
The lucky number.
You're lucky a day can't verbalize anything.
Which is why you use me to verbalize your feelings.
Even if its for ...
A day.

The days leading to are like the days after... no matter what, it's the future.
So just let me die.

Valentine's Day, signing out...
*gunshot*

***ShadowTheHamilton**

The Removal of Pictures

So go ahead then.
Be bad.
Be like the others.
May humanity cast the spell of everything evil unto your soul.
I'm wrong.
But you're the crucifix of which I died on.
Love.
Right?
That's why I was put up there in the first place.
As you pray to Him, see me.
And if you're f*cking mood swings like the pendelum
May the cable break.

I just want you happy.

You can't be happy.

You like worry.

So die.
Worried.
And afraid.

When you return from heaven, it will be all smiles.
Because you will have died the death of a thousand others who wish they were you.

I only wrote this because I've never loved like this before.
If anything, I want to scare you into being perfect.

There is no one after you.
If there is an after you.
Just lonliness.
Potentially suicide.

Depends on when they put my album out.

***ShadowTheHamilton***

Pain

Is this all I see?
Does it even make sense to acknowledge what I see?
Am I dead, walkin among the living?
Bruce Willis. 6th Sense.
1-) Eye contact
2-) Body language
3 through 6-) Awareness

And to think, I'm worried about what to wear...

"I know you like my style..."
-50 Cent, "I Know You Like My Style"

My mind is self-explanitory. Not yours.

***ShadowTheHamilton***