The front doors opened
They always opened to let in the cool kids with demented minds
Gun in tongue to shoot off in any direction they please
I was one
We wore odd hair, odd clothes
And we were illusive
We were too quick to come to school everyday
The teachers feared us because they just knew
We wanted to kill everyone
And one day the right person would say the right thing
And break the brittle barrier of compact bone
That surrounded the medullary cavity that was our frozen frontal lobe
That day we would bring a semi-automatic weapon to school
And plow through all the kids who wore Abercrombie & Fitch
More to the psychologically perturbed degree
You saw us and immediately thought,
“This person is going to die with that expression on their face.
Like they don’t care if they live or die.
Like their personality is on ice.”
We knew many cigarette tricks
Just parlor tricks
We were the type that you saw,
As you pulled up to your space in the parking lot,
Sitting on top of a black pick-up
Blowing cigarette smoke rings into the dun sky.
And we’d glance over
As if to say, “We’re coming for you.”
And you knew it was true. You just had to, you were terrified.
Our cool maneuvering, smooth movements
And words so sexual like silk of the skin
Broke your spirit, broke your every idea of self-esteem
We taught you to be nothing, we taught you to see nothing
To hear nothing, to do nothing
And you just had to know
We could have anything we wanted
If there was one thing on this entire earth that we desired
We’d have it. We would.
The only thing is, there was nothing
Nothing in all the world that we wanted
Nothing really. That’s why we didn’t have souls
That is why, when you looked into our eyes
There appeared to be nothing there.
No heart, no brains.
Just the emptiness or a dissatisfied life
Just the emptiness of a gypsy child