“Mob Scene”
completed on 3/4/10
this may be my final hour
but this will be my finest hour
resentful voices echoing all around me, taunting me
feel your anger, creeping in
you disdain the hope you see in my eyes
you don’t understand the values that i choose to keep
you’re frustrated by the beauty that you cannot see
you’re too blinded by the things you feel you need
you feel the need to ridicule me
you hope your jeers slowly chip away at me
you won’t let me calmly walk away this time
you’re convinced that it’s time for me to die
you’ve got me surrounded in an alley way
pointing your finger, it’s the gun you choose to aim at me
you load the chamber
malicious words transforming into bullets
but when the gunshots ring
i’ll be like my mentor
and turn the other cheek
transient 