The days are dark,
The nights are scary,
We all just kill and make jokes,
People use killing as a sport,
But at the end of the day you feel empty,
You just want to die,
So you go for the drugs,
Does nothing at all,
You grab a razor,
Sure you open a vein or two but it isnt enough to kill you.
So then after you think a little you go out to a canyon,
Your friends start to joke and pull out the whiskey and cocaine,
You take a line and a bottle or two,
Then that bottle or two turns into six or seven,
Then your trashed,
Totally fucked,
Then the sirens start up,
You see the lights,
Red blue and white then red again.
By now your totally busted,
your friends try to run and hide,
But don't get far when the hounds are unleashed,
You think you might get away but then the officer catches you,
Although you could have jumped,
possibly gotten away and survived,
Your arrested.
No family to bail you out,
No Wife Or kids to protect you,
All alone in the cell walls,
Yea a few inmates,
But they are in for the same thing,
Posession of illegal drugs.
Then you think back to the night at the canyon,
You could have said you didn't want any drugs,
But no you chose wrong.
Author notes
Dear Amanda,
This title really inspired me. Hope you like it!:)
A contest entry
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1142 points, ended June 5, 2008, 27 entries
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This was alright, but it could be a bit more.... how do I say this?........ poetic?.... it seemed more like a rant than a poem, it what I am trying to say. Use imagery and make sure the poem fits together. Thank you for entering my contest!
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wow. This was creepy. Did this actually happen to you? *shudders* That would be scary...
Good luck in the contest.
~Pandy~
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no it never happened to me but i like to reflect my feelings in a different way, so i useualy write poems about them. -
Thanks!:)
Thanks,
I used this out of a contest and the name just inspired me so thank you!
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