Tragic by Christopher ShinThe blood in my veins
boil as it splatters
against the carpet.
I glare with a hatred,
that brings me no joy.
With the broken sad,
tragic, pathetic people
trying to find some sort
of joy in death.
How I wish I could
just destroy these people,
but I realize that
these people with their
vanity are our world.
And I start to grow
vex with this world.
When a life is taken,
and all there is
a growing fad of sympathy.
I become empty and void,
and want nothing to
do with them anymore.
And the music of my
generation gives me little
hope of you and me.
Sadly I sit in a lonely tree,
and wish the world would just
end and hope I won't see
the tragic youth.
11/13/2007 Posted on 11/14/2007 Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin
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