F.T.Willz poems (prolly frank iero no one knows)

please control your child, ma'am, or i'll do it for you

nighttime sounds, it hurts like a cheese grater on the ears, wearing down barriers and patience

just the next house over just a little bit just a little

stop

what a brain tumor of a headache, is that why they never see the sun anymore? only time wells and swells to tip the balance, and we'll see, won't we.

finding nothing but brightly colored failures and shame covered relics of what used to

be

used to

be

someone

used to

be

something

and now it's

nothing

my friend, you're a waste of pain(t) a despicable wreck of nervous impulses and gangrenous limbs

necrotic neurotic 

you once were

something

and now you're

nothing

-F.T.WillZ-must-die