I Am

I am Dark and Different
I wonder when the darkness will end
I hear the screams of the dead
I see there blood on my walls
I want to stay in the dark
I am dark and different
I pretend to care
I feel like ashes blowing in the wind
I touch the blood to feel the death
I worry when I will see the light
I am dark and different
I understand that everyone dies
I say death is better than life
I dream about my end
I try to see life through
I hope to die a painful death
I am dark and different

Ricky Lawrence Olson

i suck

What is Black?

Black is the smell of rotting corpses,
It has a taste so bitter; it's like a shot of lemon.
Black is the sound of screams of the dead,
I feel the warm blood of the dead between my fingers.
Black is a spider preying on its victim,
It is all you see when Beef flies by on his BMX bike.
Black is the color of the clothes of the Goth,
It is the rotting bodies you see every day.
Black is how you feel when you want to die,
It is how you feel when you are depressed,
It is how you feel if it is your life.

Richard Lawrence Olson

I Am

I am Dark and Different
I wonder when the darkness will end
I hear the screams of the dead
I see there blood on my walls
I want to stay in the dark
I am dark and different
I pretend to care
I feel like ashes blowing in the wind
I touch the blood to feel the death
I worry when I will see the light
I am dark and different
I understand that everyone dies
I say death is better than life
I dream about my end
I try to see life through
I hope to die a painful death
I am dark and different

Ricky Lawrence Olson

Hangin

Quiet and simple, talks to no one.
Walks the dark halls at midnight.
Trys to find the perfect spot.
Hangs himself from the stairs.
No one know who he was.

Richard Olson

Damn i didnt know you guys would hate my poem that much i dont want to
kill anyone i just was mad when i wrote it and got out anger by writin
this

Your Pain

Your pain will come,
and when it does I will
laugh. As you cry and beg,
for it all to stop, as
I stab you in your side.
Your pain will come, and
it will hurt. I'll yell
and scream at you, as your
lying, dieing. I will just
stand there Staring at
your lifeless body, as
your soul begins to emerge.
Emerge from your weak body.
As you die.

Ricky Lawrence Olson