Yours truly
Thy enemy
I let the music take me up
A soft melody
To shake me up
Rid me of your scourge
The bane of my life
I need to purge
Suicidal ideation
Knife in rooms
No peace even for sanitation
Buried in insanity
Gloomy about humanity
Hopscotch and a skip away
Heaven falling
Into dismay
Where does right come from
And how do I belong
To the feast your revengeful eyes want to eat
Just buy a ticket
And take a seat
Watch the show
See my tears flow
Buried in insanity
Where is that humanity?!
Revenge swallows the heart
A journey that I have to start
One of peaceful tendencies
And control
For all my dependencies
My Death can see you no longer there
I’m sure you don’t mind but what is fair?
I’ll lie low
and smoke
Perhaps I’ll grow
Death for me is something that I see will free
Me from your glowing claws that rip me out
I’m done with my drunken stupor shouts.
Till the next time it happens
I haven’t much faith in my own conviction
Yours truly,
The one you hate.
– Garry O’Connor
The Independent Philosopher 