Dial tones
Turn to concrete
Trapped in the suffocating dust
That buries me
In a city of evil
The afterlife sleeps
Frozen body bags
An American dream weeps
Saltwater rain
Fades to grey
As a girl steps out
On a busy highway
Flowers build up
Flowers for the dead
Traumatized laughter
Drowned by red
It drips from the walls
The ceiling bleeds
Society belongs to
The lies it feeds
How can I write
When words are long faded?
They've lost their quiet power
Meanings are jaded
On cemetery drive
Romeo and Juliet strive
To be once more alive
In a world that thrives
On the tragedy of dying young
Now everyone tries
To cross the divide
Of myth and martyr
Go a little farther
You'll find it, I swear
When life starts to share
The only difference between Martyrdom and Suicide is press coverage
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PuisiAn untold story from a misplaced generation, this is teen angst at its finest. These the writings of The Suicide Notebook, or how I'd imagine them to be. It's mostly going to be in poetry form, slam or rhyming. Keep in mind that slam poetry sounds a...
