Poem, 2/11/11

[herbailiwick]

I wrote a ton of poetry in junior high and high school, almost all of it rhyming. supes_ convinced me to try my hand at it again, and thought it would be nice for me to try and tap into my brutality. This is slightly gross, but, you guys are Dethklok fans, so. And I think it actually helped me. And no, I won't elaborate about the current happenings in my life. But I love you guys. <3

2/11/11
Feeling betrayed and abandoned,
Overthrown and kicked aside.
Unable to form a sentence
In which I do not wish I'd died.
I want to rip the drywall
With the nails I haven't grown.
I want to hear what I
Don't think you'll tell me on your own.
I want to rub my skin away
And gently pluck my ribs apart
And reach inside and hand to you
My beating little heart.
Do to him what you want to;
I have no use for him.
He's illogical, but he leaks tears,
If you would like to swim.
I can never seem to shut him up,
So listen if you dare.
I like to kick him down the hall
And laugh because he'll care.
It doesn't matter what I do,
I've shot him and I've sliced.
I boiled him with leeks one time,
But they were overpriced.
Next time I might try a stew.
He's red; I hate that color too.
He hasn't got a single thought.
Emotion; that is all he's got.
He smells like copper,
His anger drills me,
Sometimes my heart
Nearly kills me.
My chest doesn't miss him;
I'd prefer a hole in there.
He lacks in objectivity,
Like a headless Care Bear Stare.