My Better Hell by Galen Burghardt Everyone swore they saw in me what I am seeing now But now a few more seem to disagree Cleaning up my act and my acting is improving For the show that I am showing of the new and improved me Well my veins are all clean now except my coffee that starts the day I have got a job and I’m working and saving up the pay The room spins from exhaustion not the reason from before The results are still the same but it’s better I am sure I’m not as lonely and I’m not so fucking poor My stomach isn’t hurting and my friends are not deserting The ground isn’t shaking, it’s not shaking anymore And the AM isn’t out of reach, slowly sucking like a leach Sucking me dry Sucking me dry Sucking me dry Is it better now that I can see what life is What the pain and what the strife is I was too fucked up to tell No more pills that I am popping No more classes I am dropping Things are better now in my better hell Though I know that all this drains me I’m sure my liver thanks me Running to work off the gut that I put on at school My friends I’m slowly losing To all the coke and all the boozing So I guess I’ll see them now before they die from being cool I know that I was cool once but the memory is fading But things aren’t complicating I need my things dumbed down cause I’m too tired to think straight The less interesting better me Is this a song or poetry Is this how I’m supposed to be The transition came so easily My Dad now approves of how I dress and how I live My parents now appreciate everything I give It’s nice to get acceptance but it’s hard to accept To be told I’m doing right when I know that I’m inept I still have my stories so I can live in the past Though fun is a strange concept I kind of have a grasp I watch the morning news at five then six then seven Smoke a half a pack of cigarettes before the hour of eleven And I’m slowly dying The fact that I’m alive today is shocking and amazing And I know that I should be grateful because my stock is raising I knew my mortality but never felt it drunk as piss And I knew that I was dying but never quite like this But I know that chances are that I will live to see tomorrow And I will go to work and not feel happiness or sorrow I will vent with my hammer like a good cromagnon would And watch the world kill me like I never could Goodbye Goodbye [font="]Goodbye[/font]
That would make a good preformance piece, i like the beginning. Do u ever do slam poetry?! (you should...) I have a sneeze that isnt coming out keep up the wicked rhyming Galen!
Wow... I really liked that. It made me think of my friend who's into partying a lot and getting drunk. I hope things go better for you and you can give it a happier ending. Maybe one day you can submit that to drug and alcohol programs as a sort of inspirational thing. The first thing I thought of is that I wanted my friend to read it.
