HolocaustWhips, Guns Gallows.
Kapos screaming "MOVE YOU FLEA-RIDDEN DOGS!!!"
Taken valuables: Silver, Gold.
Zyklon B: choking you till' you can't breathe.
Sucking up every last bit of oxygen from your lungs, draining it from your blood.
Cutting into your left ventriclem ripping muscle, muscle and more muscle.
Spilling all your blood onto the fresh blanket of snow, or the cement floors of the gas chambers: cold, hard and dull.
The smell of fresh corpses; like Mama's baking of bread: consuming the air choking up all the oxygen; exceot the "fresh" smell is coming from the Creamtory, nothing like Mama's oven.
FORWARD MARCH!!! Left, Right, Left, Right.
Truncheons swinging in the air, dogs biting at your ass.
Shots fired on the weak martyrdom who refuses to go on.
Brittle Bones, babies, sisters, fathers, uncles: Skeletons thrown carelessly into the Charnel as if it was a cluster of dirt.
Stale bread, tasteless soup, meak rations is all we get.
Gallows bloody from former friends who dared to speak out
Things to say before I dieI came, I saw, I experienced, I lived
I'm not afraid to die, I was put on this Earth for a reason, a reason unclear
But I feel I have done anything I can possibly accomplish to the best of my abilities
Each day I try so hard to follow my heart
I don't always succeed, but that doesn't matter
I don't always say what I need or need what I say, but that's okay
Because the best things in life remain unspoken
I did not what I needed to do, but what I wanted to do
I made a difference
In ways I might not understand how
I don't know what true love is or attachment
It doesn't matter, It doesn't make sense and doesn't seem important
I don't need love, I need a chance!
I'm not happy nor grateful, because that means I would have something to lose
I am not proud of myself, that would require freedom, and love of one's self
Love of ones self I find vain
I'm not the best version of me, because greatness has no limits
I do not forgive those who hurt me because they need to know how to feel
The Girl in the MirrorThe girl in the mirror is chained by delusion.
Deceit and lies pour out of her eyes.
Not of her own but of who stare in at her.
She does nothing wrong but she is hated for being there.
Not a single color of the rainbow distorts her image.
A siren, a song, a saint, a sliver.
Who she really is can't be seen by the beholders eye.
The woman in black, the woman in red.
The Woman you see when things are dead.
The woman is everywhere staring back at you, she is always near.
The girl in the mirror.
Weep for Me WillowOh willow, oh willow weep for me.
My life is harder than hard could be.
Oh willow, oh willow weep for me.
Your life is fair for a stupid old tree.
Oh willow, oh willow does not weep for thee.
Your roots are twisted.
You've nearly missed it.
But I am free.
Oh willow, oh willow does not weep for thee.
The seeds of evil planted in your sleep
My FeetMy feet print their legacy in the sand and snow; Only to see it get brushed away.
Covered by socks and Converse.
You carry me to new placesm even when I don't want to respond.
Sometimes I can't stand the sight of you; To me you seem so weird and so pointless.
But that is because I forget your true purpose: To help we walk on the sun.
Your look changes with the time period, as does mine.
My only regret is not being around to see it with my own eyes.
My HandsMy hands fashioned me, molded me, and made me who I am today.
Through all of life's doubts my hand held their grip.
They protect me, even when I can't protect them.
Overlooked, I owe my hands a debt.
Cold ice in one, Hot flame in the other.
I owe my hands the greatest gratitude.
Through all of life's scars you hold my side, keeping me intact; you ignore the blood dripping down you.
You intertwine with all the little things in life; kissing them with your fingetips.
You age as I age, grow as I grow, scar as I scar.
You bruise easily.
I cannot always protect you.
You create little miracles as you furiously scribble onto the page; pen in hand.
You run down; smooth to the touch.
And I owe you a debt, but I'll give you what I can: My everlasting Gratitude.
Now is the timeNow is the time for my freedom not to go.
Now is the time that everybody knows.
Now is the time that I let my banner go.
Now is the time that the blackness fades to dust.
Now is the time that my hatred starts to rust.
Now is the time that I let my soul go.
Now is the time that I dare to spread my wings.
Now is the time that I raise my voice and sing.
Now is the time that the red blood dries.
Now is the time that the angels bow and cry.
Now is the time that I set my wings and fly.
Now is the time that I let myself go.
Now is the time that I let I find my way.
Parentals PoemPractically perfect photographer, pretending pigs can fly.
Gray Gradient, gracefully gazing upward.
Amazing awesome artist, always acting.
Massive Mad Hatter Madness: Mighty influence on the brain.
Silently scaring; small steps, barely scraping the smooth shore.
Carefully crafting; cooking crazy creations cautiously.
Incredibly Idependent In the Inside: Intelligence/
Bat loving, beautiful blue bubbly bighead: full of imagination.
I Imagine incredible, indescribeable, incapable Idead.
Disney Dreamer, dancing distraughtly in depression.
Lovely, lively, laughing little likeable Lyss.
Alyssa; Alyssum; Asylum; Alice: AWESOME!
Nonsense PoemStarcefully I flubberburken through the gultey wook.
Ssendam clouds my thoughts.
I glutter about, the flemflam pout.
The plumbum three try to warn me,
flakbarinen strabjously about the pexie tree.
Odoo Lay Alka tay sheblurdell gorfka!!!! Odoo Lay Alka tay sheblurdell gorfka!!!
Turn around, and there I see a Glurdelfluder Banta.
It's glufnerg eyes stare doply into my soul, It's gardlek claws raise,
It's yukumburle roarg blows my hair back.
Danko! Chuby Fluby Banta!
I raise my sword; Banta floors, vimperting like a clawbarkel.
It's slawberbarker is remain unguarded.
I cut my sword threw his head; Geez isn't he glafforded!
His tarf pops out of his socket, A little memorobellia: I stick it in my pocket.
The battle is won, the paxe and pexie trees join hand in hand.
Glafulky I plutterwacken throughout the land,
To the tune of my little tarfching booneyratt band