Kamikaze Teenage Boy - A High School Massacre Poem by Kevin Patrick

His life was built with a self destruct switch
That's been awakened through constant abuse
Every moment is a cage that's been eating him with rage
Words cannot not delay, what doctors call a phase
When he's sick of being looked as a reject from a zoo
And everyone's compassion is introverted bruised

His role on the stage has been of the fool
A knave played puppet, to everyone's strings
But soon the role will be revoked
And his mission will be provoked
Letting him fly in delusions sweet sorrow
When he wipes the slate clean in the classroom tomorrow

No college, career, or girl time play fun
No mortgage hangovers, or warrior weekends
No plans to make copies with his 23 chromosomes
Before he retires from this office managed planet
A mummified nation drove him into permanent cremation
Its vacation from existence; a date with mass extinction

Life is deaths ugly sister when your a kamikaze boy

He's a pilot with a 47. with a mission to seek grief
Adrenaline bombs set of the camel's back
Nuclear propulsion from relationship distortions
Words on the horizon can't express his discontent
When he knows theirs no hands to hold him make his final end
Just a form without substance an obligatory shadow
Tired of swimming in bathtub of other peoples shit.

He's going to go down, while the engines still run.
For this ship was not made to rust to in disgrace
Won't come out an angel, but he'll make a martyrs stand
Judge him in your hallways, no gallows will make me damned
Synopses in a textbook, that's all that's left inside of me
Cut me into a label, and deconstruct this cultures tragedy

He Refuses to oblige the chicken chick method
Of Sally valley incising a private bloody niagra
It's the bushido code of hormonal hubris
Standard Russian issues imported online
Baking with some nitro for an opening act
Next Tuesday at noon will be a bullet feast banquet

If you understood his mind youd understand this is no crime

Look around and what do you see?
A world separated from your sense of being
Trapped in a dimension that's drowning you daily
Some will take your tears rework them for a laugh
And they'll piss in your face, when you make a mistake
But what grinds you the most, and burns you with force
Is how they can go without a morsel of remorse?

Kamikaze teenage boy,
his destinations purgatory
Kamikaze teenage boy,
makes every mother want too cry
Kamikaze teenage boy,
has acne lodged inside his mind
Kamikaze teenage boy,
fly's on pain propelled exhausted rage
He chose the silent valley,
and the fields of selfish glory
through the tail of ballistic fury
Instead of growing from the mud
He turned his manhood with a gun
For he never saw the mourning rays
before he was lit by the final fuse.