THE BLACKBIRD
A blackbird with eyes of fire sings a song of death,
Creating an image, an image lined with blood, grimy
With blood. Darkness is strong in its sole, hatred
Is burning like a huge fire in its belly, oh black bird,
Beast of the skies, harbinger of death, free us, free us
All show us the way, the way to the devils door,
To be greeted by his crooked smile. And shake his withered
Hand of blistering fire, and at last feel oh so secure,
So secure.
HELP
A cornfield looking golden in the hot summer sun,
They lay together, two lovers hand in hand,
Eyes staring at the china blue sky, two faces, slack,
Expressionless, and pale.
They left this earth together two spirits entwined, hoping for a life with each other for all eternity.
This place was to cruel, too very painful to exist,
lots of tears, too many pressures, and too little help,
but they were so young, so beautiful, so untouched
by adult life, and now they were gone, gone to
oblivion.
Soon they would be found, and the heartbreaking news
would be spread, and there would be lots of
tears, for a while, but then slowly, but surely over
the years they would be forgotten. Just two other
youngsters unhappy with life’s raw deal. So they had
to escape, and the only escape however painful
it seemed, was suicide.