Jeremy's ghost in class today
My blonde hair whistled through the air like an archer at end game
- but I was on a losing streak (unlike the blood stains in his hair)
Frustration was building up.
What effect do my words have,
my aim (and gaze) far from bullseye.
Even the wind singed my skin, dry and dying
Agonising sensation, I question why, crying
Classical conditioning at its finest.
Tragically, nine words sprayed on the blackboard, his dark dismal voice echoes
"If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear"
- shuffled movements of hands adjusting short skirts
afraid to be consumed as the devil's dessert
wanting to escape Jeremy's classroom of hurt.
Quoting Frankenstein, the thunderstorm's strobe sealed the deal.
Today, we find out that our dads
as the revolver pushed against his throat shocked the whole room...
Dumb poetic, his skills generic, cliche genetics proving
aesthetics were his only key
Inside his mind, you will only find provocatively blind filters in rewind.
Leading to his departure, silent romantic crimes kill the heart in
I hope the weather chills like cancer
When he deserts the heat and deserves no more transfers
To heaven on earth (wherever that is...)
Trying not to fall but tripping like a twinned feet dancer.
Jeremy's corpse will never touch the ground, separated by a red mist.
dededos
2087
andulkaphoto
romaincrisis
tangentwithtanner
origamiaround
izzy806
baratheonpilled
