Dynasty Nirvana or Skywalker Falls

Written to "Rain in the Ashtray" by Mooncake.

As I tiptoed on the broken glass

at a quarter past

three in the morning

The rain is pouring

Mother snoring 

My eyes peeled up

as my mind starts to sing

The sense of paranoia

from a toy of

instant unlikable things

A digital world

A price unpaid

As I'm broken down everyday

The ignorance in which runs the street

Makes it hard for us eat, I can't breathe

As she work by the skin of her bones

Family non existent 

Starving is constant,

yet is this the way one grows?

Away from all things needed for life

Yet they put a dagger in my back,

as one grows

Am I wrong to grow the fangs

in which you gave me since I'm looked upon

as a burden?

Or just looked down upon

As a spoiled adolescent depressant

As I'm never too good to be

The light of your day

I always took the hand 

but never broke it, yet didn't note it,

as your not in my life today

THERE'S F*****G HELL TO PAY

FROM ALL THE NIGHTS, AND THE FIGHTS

AND THE STRUGGLES THAT YOUR DAMNED TO SAY

DRIFT AWAY 

AS I BITE THAT HAND 

AND RIP IT IN TWO

AND STILL HAVE S**T TO SAY?!

NIGHT AND DAY

F**K IT ALL 

DAMN TO ALL

OPPORTUNIST, NARCISSISTIC 

DARK SPECTERS WHO ONLY CALL WHEN YOUR PAID

 

F*****G HEAR MY VOICE

AS COLD M**********R

WITH A GODDAMN SINGLE MOTHER

I ALMOST TOOK MY LIFE AWAY

WORDS TO SAY?!

REFRESH, START NEW

AS I'LL HAVE MY OWN KIN

SOMEDAY

FOR TODAY

NO MATTER THE SITUATION

AS MY SKIN'S STILL WARM

AND MY HEART STILL JADED 

I VOW TODAY

I'LL BE BETTER THAN YOU

and you know it's true.

wounded words from a filthy 

tongue, as the cold water boils

with a splashes of oil

brought upon your tan hairy wrist

I try to resist the notation

of the occasion of why you won't

assist?

Insist

The dark beats on a broken drum

You weren't there to run

As your up in the belly, getting ready

to bare another sun.

As this supernova was once a

dwarf star full of innocence and persistence

You betray me of false unlikelihood

of the journey of a young boy

As if I was a toy, thrown into a bin

You know you fucked up,

yet still says I'm in sin.

AS YOUR ASHAMED,

I'M STILL LIVING 

AND MY HEART KEEP GIVING 

ME BLOOD TODAY

OH YOU SAY?

I FUCKED UP 

SO WHAT?

I TAKE RESPONSIBILITY ANYWAY

NOT LIKE YOU

A THICK F*****G SKULL

WHO DON'T KNOW AT ALL

WHAT I GO THROUGH EVERYDAY

DARE TO SAY?!

MAKE ME FEEL?!

LIKE A STUPID M**********R 

BRAINWASH BY HIS MOTHER

I'M OF CONSENT TONIGHT

I'M DONE TODAY

AS MY HEART KEEPS BREATHING

AND YOU KEEP READING

I'M NOT OKAY

HOLES IN THE WALL

I'M TIRED OF IT ALL

THE PAIN STILL HURTS TODAY

But you're only here to say

I fucked up anyway.

Reviews

[Jessica Lynn Polley]

Wow I love this piece. A performance piece if I have ever seen one! You conveyed such strong feelings of betrayal and anger sometimes it made me wince...for real. The way you defended yourself in one stanza only to berate yourself in other was so indicative to the real world and how it functions it was stunning. Great write!

[Jake Donald Stephens]

Very powerful emotions, eloquent expression.