Today's the day for killing
For blackened masks and sharpened knives
Today's the day I'm barely breathing
Not quite dead, almost alive
We'll slowly crack open midnight
And watch it bleed blackberry jam
So I'll lick the wounded clouds
And bandage them with battered hands
Today's the day we'll light the kettle
Pour its soul and sip it softly
By the looming fireplace
Drink the embers, kiss the flame
Today's the day for killing
Load the barrel, cock the gun
I can taste the edge already
Just a little push for fun
I'm bound to desks and strapped with metal
Stuck there like a crucifix
Nailed with sharpened, graphite pencils
Sentenced to suffer for my sins
But today's the day for breaking free
Sharpen my knives, blacken my face
Ripping shackles off of me
They'll never keep me in my place
Today's the day for killing
For blackened masks and loaded guns
Today's the day I'm barely breathing
But killing grants such juicy freedom
Yesterday's the day for killing
But today is just the same
I wish that I had pulled the trigger
Too tightly bound to make a difference.
Yes, today's the day for killing
But I guess I'm not over the edge
Cause I'm still barely breathing
Chained, shackled to this desk
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It does sound depressing and as I read it I kind of think it actually was. This was a really easy poem to read, rhyming and as far as I can see no grammatical or punctuational errors. And I have no advice, because that's how awesome I thought it was. Don't change a thing!
Smashles.
boy oh boy thats so depressing! I guess I was just in a happy mood so I didn't like it as much but I read it again and it's actually quite good. I especially liked, "So I'll lick the wounded clouds And bandage them with battered hands" It's got sort of an eerie vibe to it. I don't really know what to call this poem...it was...hauntingly beautiful!