Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it 'Chops'
because that was the name of his dog
Harsh words & violent blows
Hidden secrets nobody knows
Eyes are open, hands are fisted
Deep inside I'm warped & twisted
Silently creeping up
Ripping hearts and lives apart, seam by seam
Why does god hate me
What did I do wrong
At my jokes.
A rainbow of harmonies, filled with ecstasy
Poetry without words or rhymes
Soothes the soul