Snow turns to rain, everyone
is laughing and dancing.
There is still dirt under my fingernails
from burying her.
You pulled me out onto the ice
and when I broke through,
you ran away.
did i do the same?
The fog stings my eyes.
The smoke burns in my lungs.
I'm smashing these records,
I am tearing the pages out of my books.
Later,
I'll crash my mothers car.
I will Burn my fathers house.
We are all going to hell,
so whats the bother anyway?
