i should know

sixth in a series

Hey there, Mister Maker, go get your room
your daughter’s sleeping all on her own
and “soon”... that is a slippery slope
she’s unsure what she could to do
but she is sure...

you won’t know

Daughters grieving; they turn into brides
and I lay myself to rest

the death of a friend that I knew best
hoping for the hopeless cuz I know they can’t
but they aren't hurt by what...

they won’t know

Sons bury their pride; they’re made husbands
in the dead of the night
all of their beds are graves
and their names are born with a single shame
but how can they be to blame if…

they won’t know

So pray, little singer:
Your song is still unsung in the most violent way
and your parents hide secrets deeper than blood
a little crushing light, all snuffed out
shoveling dirt onto the tomb; resting in peace is a result
of all the years you stayed awake…and for what?

And she’s trying to say that it was her last mistake...

And I wish I could tell them right now
that everything will come around (eventually)

So pray, little zombie:
You’re leaving cuz you think I let you down
well, that’s convenient--pass the fire
onto another tree in another forest
just not the one we’re both involved with
but the place we both made our home in

We’re never gonna feel like the way we felt...

So let’s go outside of the playground
and tell them to draw pictures of us

A still-breaking image of us

cuz you’re so good at talking smack (you’re a heart-attack)
but you’re the apple of my eye anyway

(it’s just a phase)


They say in heaven there’s no husbands or wives

but

we won't know

Author's Note

This is the sixth in a series of poems that are inspired by the album "The Devil And God Are Raging Inside Me", by Brand New. It is one of my favorites, and it has a lot of personal worth to me. That album has helped me get through so much. These obviously pale in comparison, but they are meant as just a way to express myself and to be inspired by the music. I hope you all adore them!

<3 <3 Love, Sofia Guerra