epitaph: a dead ghost shrimp by stickler, literature
Literature
epitaph: a dead ghost shrimp
I set my skull on fire, for the millionth time,
blood vessels in my ocular orbs ruined.
My eyes used to be white.
White tinged with blue,
but blue and red are almost
complimentary, aren't they?
I lived under an underpass, skillfully at least,
with albinos passing through and visiting me.
Their eyes are red.
I wished they weren't,
I tried not to stare,
but they noticed me.
Now my eyes are bleeding, and my skull is baked,
and my albino friends don't visit me anymore.
Okay, So I go to Pickering Highschool in the town beside Pickering called Ajax. Pretty bunked right from the start.
So one lazy day some gangster rapscallion was being harassed by some thugs from the wrong side of Church street and shot a door at our school. One shot. PING! That door didn't deserve it in my opinion. Anyways...
So a little while later I buy a cap gun from a dollar store. Best 4.50 I ever spent. I'm having the time of my life (If you've ever seen the movie Sid&Nancy, I was having that much fun!) and I bring the cap gun to school with me one day. No caps, just a bright orange handle sticking out the front of my pants gangster
Shimmering cement radiates sunlight
Heat irritates people
A gentle breeze
Blows the smell of decay
What's wrong in the world is all thats right
Truth explained between a steeple
A global freeze
Shows the beauty in a normal day
A small packet of joy makes the day bright
Blowing across a vacant lot
The sight will be lost with the pass of nigth
Disposed of to live among the rot
This single morsel brought happiness to someone
It's multifaceted personality now a faint glow
It's sole purpose in life fulfilled and done
This lone candy bar wrapper just goes to show
Life is beautiful.