Kikkawa-Chan

I hate love poems. I am sick to death with, "How soft are his lips", "The curve of her hips", I don't want to hear about these fallacies you build up in your head, And write in your little black book to show your friends, Pretending you're some great poet. The world is filled with billions of topics, and yet, Nine times out of ten, Amateurs, with their books of words And rhyming dictionaries, Chose to write about an emotion, a fear of loneliness. "Her golden hair", "His chocolate stare", I can't take it anymore. One at a time, you march onto stage, and squint in the glaring spotlight As you smile at the faceless, dark audience

Misunderstood My breath my sadness My death my madness My screams my lies My dreams my disguise Screw your misunderstanding And all of the advice you give Forget your selfish demanding Don't tell me how to live Do you even know what it feels like? The addiction that it brings? Scratch by scratch, strike by strike When you don't even know what causes these things? Have you ever even tried it? If you haven't I think you should Then you'll realize why each slit Makes all of these problems feel so good Come on, I promise you'll like it And then you'll be able to see But once you start, you must commit Because stopping real