Lie

Here I lie

Unable to decide

Hating my life

Hoping to die

 

Pathetically I cry

Tears streak form my eye

I try to deny

As I run from the lie

 

dead men

Dead men, dead men
swinging in a tree
How many dead men
do you see?
Tongue turned blue and
face turned grey
Watch them as they
twist and sway

The first one murdered
the butcher man
Then cooked him in
the frying pan
Served him out to his hungry guests
And gave them more on second requests.

The next one with his innocent smile
and sweets
Stole poor children off the streets
He sold them into slavery
to men that dressed unsavoury

Breaking into home at night
The thief he had a nasty fright
Filled his foolish head with ale
And woke the next morning
in the local jail

The artist with his artisic skills
Tried his hand at painting bills
But caught in rain he was undone
When the ink he's use did
start to run

With promises of great return
Taking gold he did not earn
Bundled it up out of sight
Quietly slipped off into night

Three houses into ashes burned
The sheriff with no place to turn
Did spy a stranger to his town
Locked him up and beat him down

Dead men, dead men
swinging in a tree
How many dead men
do you see?
Six feet long and
six men wide
Round their necks
the noose be tied......

-SH

The Dark Side of me

The Dark Side of me
I sit there alone, not a smile to my bone
My voice a harsh whispered tone.
Slashes on my wrists, arms and hands, my mouth in a bloody grin.
... My whole life like I had committed a terrible sin.
Your voice an annoying buzz, false tone, true lies.
If I could speak, I’d say in an almighty sigh.
“ Stop it with the sympathy and pretending to care,
I can see the real you through the false stare
I don’t want your help, your manners, your good grace,
Just say it, you hate me. I can see it in your face.
You’re wasting my time don’t you see?
Don’t look so surprised, this is the dark side of me”

By Samantha Montrose