red apples
the blade pierced within-
juices dribbled down,
a sweet fragrance.
sickeningly crimson.
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99 bottles of beer on the wall,
Fortnight recycling left them no more.
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I'm the boy who still laces shoes in rabbit ears;
Who goes to a concert, and never claps or cheers;
Who never asks to help, but will never say no;
Who hates new things, but will still give it a go.
I'm the friend that can never fit in a group;
That repeats the same song on an endless loop;
That can't smile for a picture, but can pull a face;
That can disappear from their lives without a trace.
I'm the monster who hates having to help others;
Who selfishly uses people, and his brother;
Who lies, and steals, and cheats without a single care;
Who sees a fresh patch of skin to mar and tear.
I'm the child that wants to live in a dreamland;
That gets scared of strangers and likes to hold hands;
That watches cartoons and likes milk with his cookies;
That's so shy of girls she may as well have cooties.
I'm the man who can't take responsibility;
Who looks back and sees all the lost opportunities;
Who pretends it's okay, but is drowning in fear;
Who wonders and hopes that an end will soon come near.
i'm lonely