Locked And Loaded Poem by lyndsay lackadaisical

I bleed out my sorrows,
Like there's on tomorrow.
My heart stopping every time,
No new notes to start a rhyme.

Why spend so much time in the dark?
When you can rip the tree's bark?
Listen to the song of the little chick,
Trying not to get a little bit sick.

Sad memories fill my head,
Looking at the bodies of the unliving-dead.
Laying in my bed, digging for tears,
Nothing coming out, leaving me immune to my fears.

Don't try to be like me
Wasting your time through the dissected flea.
Don't resent me
Feeling empty, over the un-crossed sea.

There's little difference between the living un-dead,
And the famous unliving-dead.
Come to cry your lies,
Seeing through the un-truthful eyes.

Digging deeper and deeper, as far as I can go,
Finding nothing except the undivided flow.
Creeping up so fast,
Laughing in the face of the past.

Crying needlessly,
Laying under the burning ree.
Why don't you move, unless you want to die?
Well then, I hope you have the taste for some mag-pie.

Bleeding so carelessly, not remembering, no believing,
Give at least the slightest thought, to the one king.
Fleeing is so foolish,
As is being prepared as the main dish.

You may not know it,
But the eyes, they sure to show it.
Hiding within the weary fangs,
Leaving you with your loving pains.

Dripping down their throats
Never asking you to remove your cloak.
How rude it was for you,
To appear from out of the dunes.

Loooking at the bodies of the unliving-dead,
As sad memories fill my head.
Digging deeper and deeper as far as I can go,
You can't wait until the wounds un-close.

Creeping up so fast,
Just wishing, hoping that this will last.
Please don't resent,
The one person who sent
An angel
Not worthy of lending the pill.

Just to save you,
Un-sicking from the ever-holding glue.
Save yourself from me,
Run away from me,
Follow the clouds of the sunset,
Finding the blows of the bullet.