Scared Like You

You say you're all the rage,
But you don't even know
That you're not who you say.
Don't admit it.
That's fine.
Just know we know you
Better than you could know yourself.
It's really nothing personal,
We do it too,
Just not as pronounced.
We insinuate that we're better
Than we actually feel inside
And people believe...
But we're scared like you.
We don't admit it,
But we're scared like you.

-BeliefIS

We're Going Out With A Bang!

It's funny because it's true
And even when you don't believe
I do
But how could you see through the smoke screen
The ignorance that clouds your eyes
That, when the moon shines bright,
Causes you to grow fur
And take off into the night?
I didn't think you'd get it
You never did
Or did you?
Either way I am doubtful
Your mouth is filled with moths
They whisper lies
And you believe every one
You're the man, I know!
Don't tell me twice
So perhaps one day you'll grow up
And take your own advice

Anarchist's Blood

If we'd never met everything would have made sense.
If Renee hadn't run away to be "saved" by a Jesus impersonating, of the occult fuckwad, things wouldn't be so fucking hard.
But we did and she did and things just haven't been right since.

Renee and I were a pair of those attached-at-the-hip best friends. We were born in Tuscon on the same day and at the same hospital two doors down from one another. We found the same things funny, we liked the same fast-paced music, and we had an appetite for anarchy and destruction. That's why we were so close. When we were together we were unstoppable.

Our parents hated it. They despised us in our togetherness and made every tactical move to keep us away from one another, but it was impossible. We were defiant little shits and we didn't give a damn who knew it. It was all we could do not to fail out of school, although we both ended up dropping out before the end of our freshman year of high school anyway. Who gave a fuck about class? It was just the government's way of keeping us in line, making us all little fucking clones of one another... Renee and I didn't like that. We preferred the street scene anyway. That was the life we knew and the one we were most comfortable in.

That was about the same time we both decided to pack our things and run away from home.

Never Doubt

"At least you have stories to tell. We don't," he said as he took a drag. He let the cigarette smoke billow out of his mouth slowly before continuing. "We just never had the time. You've got it all going for you. You've got the shiny clothes, the fancy charm, the ability to make people laugh, to make friends.. We didn't have that. We don't have that and we can't, and we know it and it makes us some obscure mark in this hell hole of a universe. You? You're gonna shine, you're gonna be a star! You'll meet fancy people and go fancy places and we won't and that's just how it's gonna be. That's how it's gotta be. How else do you think we'd survive as friends?" He took one last drag down to the filter and stomped out the cigarette butt beneath his fresh moccasins. He looked his friend strait in the face. His eyes did not blink nor did his gaze waver. He took a step forward, held his friend in a warm embrace, nodded and then walked away. Then over his shoulder he cried, "Remember me for who you want me to be!" and disappeared into the darkness.