(Classy) Rhymes

112-111-101-109.13

i can't quite contain

all the things in my brain,

so I let them out to see

if demons can really be free.

i'm disappointed with what I find,

with every turn and every rhyme

disappointed,

           because in me,

are a lot of things that shouldn't be.

but that's alright,

that's just fine,

not like dreams can end in fright.

not like words can end with spite,

with bitter tastes inside our minds.

bringing all the hate to light,

feeling free and feeling bright,

wary of the worst to come,

while feeding poison to our lungs.

desperate to hide the truth,

with every line,

disgrace the groups,

with cherry swine,

and grateful youth.

bring forth the blinds,

to block the sun,

while sullied angels

come undone.

masks for faces,

and pasts long gone,

bat-ringed laces

cover wings of wrong.

while dead, bony corpses

roam the night,

            free,

who will be there,

to ensure you can flee?

there's no real escape

from these horrors,

you see,

nor any real way

to accept monsters like me.

so instead,

put your faith

into your trusty little heart,

try your best not to squeak,

lest you tear their dreams apart.

shame to he,

                who'll tell you no,

shame to she,

                who'll eat your soul,

shame to they,

                who'll mock your strife,

shame to we,

                 who'll take your life.

let shame befall anyone who seeks

a greater way to cause deceit.

a murder, a crime,

anything that not quite divine.

now,

          don't take my words as they are,

i'm no prophet and no czar,

i'm just a lonely little boy

trying to find a way to go far.

in this world,

how we care,

all depends on what we share.

a broken spirit,

a timid eye,

a frozen merit,

or a thwarted lie,

what we share,

               and when we care,

that's when people start to stare.

when they see the things we've got,

they'll wonder if they can fit the slot.

but wonders like mine,

cost more than small crimes.

i know of your deceptions,

and your obsessions,

            however,

for such blessed stuff,

you'll have to do more than bluff.

anyone can cry a tear,

hide their pain or hide their fear.

but pain takes more than a pill,

to pay the bill,

to get the drill,

for some skill and a little thrill.

to tell the truth,

an honest lie,

in the great scheme of trade,

of mistakes so far made,

mine is almost not too bad a price

to pay for a bit of misadvice.