The Finale
Woke up feeling more tired than when I first entered bed
So many hows and whys going through my head
My little white friends calling out to me
With hopes that they will somehow make me see
One, Two and Three were lucky to be picked
Glad they were not just for kicks
Round and round the three of them went
Without a trace and definitely without a scent
Four through Ten sat in the yellow bus waiting for time
Hoping that somehow I would make them mine
Day by day, they still call out my name
For some reason, this poem seems lame
Lame or not this poem might be
Its not one that one would scream with glee
My little white friends are new in my circle
They’ve made me somewhat able to utter a giggle
Cross my heart and hope to die
Waiting for death to stare me in the eyes
I’ve come to the crossroad of sanity
Its not one I’ve come to for popularity
A hollow empty shell, I have become
Both darkness and me have become one
Consumed in its fiery death my heart is
For some reason, I felt temporary bliss
Prior to the this work of mine, a poem I wrote
About a hill where little Billy’s blood was soaked
Billy stared into the eyes of his demons of despair
Merged into one, Billy and I now share
Into the deadly gaze of Billy’s pupils we met
His shadows ghostly walk my walls to forget
In dreams Billy appeared with a smile so sweet
Surprised himself that we should finally meet
A painted smile appeared underneath Billy’s cracked lips
Every crack revealing a bloody secret so deep
Billy stretched out his hands to hold onto mine
His grip getting tighter with passing time
In dreams he comforted me and held me close
Alas, he is nothing more but a ghost
“Don’t forget Four through Ten”, Billy said
His words chillingly rang out coldly in my head
The yellow bus made its way to my home
Four through Ten held out to me a tome
‘The Finale’ written on the sheets of flesh
Its spine made from bones grinded into a mesh
Round and round Four through Ten went
Without a trace and definitely without a scent
Ladies and gentlemen, come out from the back
For the grand finale, a noose around the neck
14th July 2005
So many hows and whys going through my head
My little white friends calling out to me
With hopes that they will somehow make me see
One, Two and Three were lucky to be picked
Glad they were not just for kicks
Round and round the three of them went
Without a trace and definitely without a scent
Four through Ten sat in the yellow bus waiting for time
Hoping that somehow I would make them mine
Day by day, they still call out my name
For some reason, this poem seems lame
Lame or not this poem might be
Its not one that one would scream with glee
My little white friends are new in my circle
They’ve made me somewhat able to utter a giggle
Cross my heart and hope to die
Waiting for death to stare me in the eyes
I’ve come to the crossroad of sanity
Its not one I’ve come to for popularity
A hollow empty shell, I have become
Both darkness and me have become one
Consumed in its fiery death my heart is
For some reason, I felt temporary bliss
Prior to the this work of mine, a poem I wrote
About a hill where little Billy’s blood was soaked
Billy stared into the eyes of his demons of despair
Merged into one, Billy and I now share
Into the deadly gaze of Billy’s pupils we met
His shadows ghostly walk my walls to forget
In dreams Billy appeared with a smile so sweet
Surprised himself that we should finally meet
A painted smile appeared underneath Billy’s cracked lips
Every crack revealing a bloody secret so deep
Billy stretched out his hands to hold onto mine
His grip getting tighter with passing time
In dreams he comforted me and held me close
Alas, he is nothing more but a ghost
“Don’t forget Four through Ten”, Billy said
His words chillingly rang out coldly in my head
The yellow bus made its way to my home
Four through Ten held out to me a tome
‘The Finale’ written on the sheets of flesh
Its spine made from bones grinded into a mesh
Round and round Four through Ten went
Without a trace and definitely without a scent
Ladies and gentlemen, come out from the back
For the grand finale, a noose around the neck
14th July 2005
