Ehhh
The man looked up to the sky and shouted
He walked, he ran, he babbled, he cried
The city looked in astonishment at the man’s insane cries for the unknown
He would go home, and turn all the lights out
The city would hear saws, they would hear screams and cries
They believed them to be his own, so no one payed attention
One day, he did not go home, he did not go helplessly to his house
He simply stood and babbled, the name, the name of a man
His voice bore the pain of a fallen angel, they believed him to be possessed
No one payed attention, they simply watched as his actions would change
Instead of working inside his house, the man would tear his house apart.
The next day, when all the walls were gone, and the house retained no security
The city reaped its carelesness
Inside the house, the man kept, bodies
Not only human bodies, but animals.
He would sneak in the deep of the night, and rob graves.
poem by Daniel Schwarz
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Dream Eater
Sometimes I kill you, or I let you live
My name is the Mr. simply the mister
I control your dreams, every dream you have is in my hands
When your running away from a monster, down the street, its not a monster
That thing chasing you, its society, it’s the prejudice, the racism, the hatred
When your having that nice dream, about a beautiful person, that just makes you-
That person, the beautiful person, is dead, too involved in looks, they have AIDS, you die, remember silly
Of course that dream about heaven you had just the other day, its so beautiful, white and pure
That’s actually hell, you woke up before the flames engulfed the purity, and all HELL broke loose
That other dream, the one you always had since a child, you always die at the end, by the mysterious figure, who you cant describe, just like a blob
That blob, that figure, that is me, and that is how will you die
You will die by that same knife, the same day, at the same time
However, you don’t die physically, I kill your imagination
I will not allow you to imagine what life might be like, you simply live, and assimilate, with the vermin in the world
Forevermore, I have killed you, the worst death of all, your mind.
poem by Daniel Schwarz
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