They Say We Killed Them...

They Say We Killed Them...

A Poem by Kameron Armitage
"

RIP Michael (Eyedea) Larson

"

They Say We Killed Them...

But I don't remember doing it.

I guess guilty by association.

New World Order wasn't the evil plan it was the Golden Movement.

 

 

 

 

Either rescue me or place me in Isolated Restitution,

When knowledge hits my brain I spray my mind contusions,

You wonder why I do this and what it is to me,

I exist to pull apart the theories you find too confusing.

 

We're related to monkies I guess that's why I throw this s**t at you,

Our cynical ways of life lead us into traffic and split us into two.

 

Follow compasses and different ideal prodigies,

You think they hold the truth and don't exist within your fallacies,

You're attention is the food and into the mouth you feed,

You give them what they want, Oh! you give them what they need.

 

Let me bleed because breathing is becoming tedious,

I'll check the Sun's capabilities while counting every median,

Crash into Jupiter because Lucifer was all in you're head,

Now look around and on the ground, Our family's dead.

 

We decide the path we choose before being fully informed,

Eye never thought an eyedea would be the eye of a storm,

But here Eye stand waiting for the rain to pour,

Eye will swim until my limbs just can't take it anymore.

 

Land hoe don't mean s**t if your garden don't grow,

And hope comes equipped with a part of its ghost,

We target the folks that argue the most,

Then we trip on oursleves, God you're a stick in my Spokes.

 

This Frosty death Eye accept to belong in my lap,

I hold the things I cherish and close my eyes when Eye Laugh,

If Eye ever took a moment outta my time to wonder why,

I'll be left to die without the question ever coming to life.

 

So I stab at contradiction with a freshly sharpened knife,

And I thrive for failure like giving a Religious comromise,

I'd pry into Hell's mouth just to see a different sky,

Find my own mind and finally go completely blind.

 

Three wise men were asked one question: "Where is you're God?"

Suddenly a blank stare was developed and they all replied, "We forgot."

I looked them in the Eyes and mumbled, "Hmmm, That's odd."

Turned my blade of shoulder to the colder part of what is wrong.

 

Inside out chest's breath black death we accept,

Corrections protection for each eyedeas perspective,

Every second steppin forgotten forbidden,

A lot of religion with 20/10 vision.

 

Swallow a prescription of greed and infertility,

Cause world-wide famine without the company of misery,

We act like war victims without a hand to give,

We pretend we are safe in the very place that we exist.

 

We live without living so are technically considered dead,

We think to ourselves that we should be controled instead,

Less responsibility and none of the question,

Till the world burns over and you cannot learn your lesson.

 

This isn't a f*****g day time job you just lost,

A civilization of ignorant f***s lickin poles of frost.

I'm not pissed at you I am pissed at your God,

For letting us drown and watching us rot.

 

For silencing my prayers and tellin me I'm wrong,

For questioning existence further than a Bible song,

I've been screaming at my reflection for way too long,

Thinking I'm the only one that understands what goes on.

 

Swim in hate and love's emotionless tests,

I see the IV that keeps the breath in chests,

I'll be highly regarded as nothing less,

Than a man of his word with words so perfect.

 

I found the,

Different speech impediments and reasons to quit.

I found the,

Different speech impediments and reasons to quit,

I found the,

Different speech impediments and reasons to quit.

 I found the,

Different speech impediments and reasons to quit,

I found the,

Different speech impediments and reasons to quit.

 I found the,

Different speech impediments and reasons to quit,

 I found the,

Different speech impediments and reasons to quit,

 I found the,

Different speech impediments and reasons to quit,

 

I am the reason to quit,

I am the reason to quit,

I am the reason to quit,

I am the reason to quit,

 

Before I close my eyes for the very last time I wanna say I love you.

I love that I didn't need to hold metal umbrellas above you,

I love that we were alone in a spontaneous cruel world,

And I love that brutality comes in just a few words.

I really only wanted to be given what I thought I deserved,

Release who I am so I can soar with the birds.

 

They say we killed them,

I guess I agree,

Accept and let go and then you're finally free.


© 2012 Kameron Armitage



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Kameron Armitage
Kameron Armitage

Gilbert, AZ



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I am 16 years old and I've been writing for about three months now and love every second of it. I am a guy and proud to write. I've ran into some problems, but everyone does. I hope you enjoy! more..

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