the day after tomorrow
what kind of person are you
i was just a kid
i begged please
but you wouldnt quit
i tried to slice inside the wrist
but i rather slice inside your ribs
i was the nicest person
but you treated me like worthless
like i was worth shit
it wasnt worth it
i just wanted to be accepted
i was just neglected
and you were still respected
you hated me for my style and taste
my clothing not race
spit in my face
convinced i was a disgrace
my mind and emotions misplaced
knock me on the floor
i cant take it any more
exploding from the core
the day after tomorrow
my fathers guns i borrow
no more pain no more sorrow
no ones rooting now
school shooting wow
get on your knees and bow
we could have been friends
if you wouldve let your ego bend
your hate brings their end
on my forgiveness they depend
your sins are what i send
try to run or craw
fires blazing in the halls
no escape blood splatters the wall
your sons and daughters
crimsons mixed water
emotional breakdown slaughter
im the begotten son and a martyr!
--Z.Silas Herrera