| Pomegranate Words |
Machine by Kersten Cheyne, 14, Hope Mills, North Carolina Malfunction in the systems as the wind blows south And rain in shadowed places where the sun won't come out The loneliness is wholesome and the workings come undone So now here in the morning I don't rise to face the sun Razors in the bathroom and aspirin in the mirror When suicide and death are drawing very near Malfunction in the system as my machine breaks down And wipes away our smiles and replaces them with frowns And too late I found the meaning of the useless casualties In wars that were remembered for their pointlessness by me And here I write my story on the bathroom stall My graffiti pen will show the writing on the wall And Life was my alias while Death was my best friend And Darkness was my lawyer in the case that never ends I was proclaimed Guilty in the fight for my sanity Throw me in prison and never let me free So black were my possessions and I walked along the road All charred by my own hatred for the weakness I have shown And blood will be the ink in my new graffiti pen Since my machine is broken and Death is my best friend Malfunction in the systems as I take up my own ax And run away to flee from my own loneliness To slay the beasts who haunt me and who call me these bad names But I can do nothing, so it will just stay the same Too late for you Too late for you As you run, as you run, as you run From me And the machines and the innocents and the evil and the good Either free me from my prison or kill me like you should Malfunction in the systems as the wind blows south And rain in shadowed places where the sun won't come out The loneliness is wholesome and the workings come undone So now here in the morning I don't rise to face the sun To face the sun, to face the sun |