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Young, High, & Stupid
We sat on his bed, Tony and I.
Lit up a joint,
Smoked and got high.
We listened to music as loud as we could.
It was the late 80's then,
When metal was hot.
We drank up some whiskey.
Stolen, of course, from unsuspecting parents who were off at work then.
So we sipped and we toked
Till we felt really good.
We got this demented idea that Satan was good.
Tony had a book, "Satanic Bible."
We thumbed through the pages.
We plotted and planned.
I asked Tony is he had a razor blade.
Of course, he said, "Yeah."
No hesitation at all.
I held the blade in my right hand as I reached my left arm.
I winced but a bit as
I sliced my flesh open.
Carved a bloody pentagram.
It scarred over nicely
And I would show it off proudly.
Now I look back.
Can't believe what I did.
I was young, high, & stupid.
I might as well have
Poked needles through my eyes.
(for the "Where'd you get that scar?" comp)
Lit up a joint,
Smoked and got high.
We listened to music as loud as we could.
It was the late 80's then,
When metal was hot.
We drank up some whiskey.
Stolen, of course, from unsuspecting parents who were off at work then.
So we sipped and we toked
Till we felt really good.
We got this demented idea that Satan was good.
Tony had a book, "Satanic Bible."
We thumbed through the pages.
We plotted and planned.
I asked Tony is he had a razor blade.
Of course, he said, "Yeah."
No hesitation at all.
I held the blade in my right hand as I reached my left arm.
I winced but a bit as
I sliced my flesh open.
Carved a bloody pentagram.
It scarred over nicely
And I would show it off proudly.
Now I look back.
Can't believe what I did.
I was young, high, & stupid.
I might as well have
Poked needles through my eyes.
(for the "Where'd you get that scar?" comp)
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