Teen Spirit
A celebration of the apathy of our own generation

As long hair sways and bodies lay,
on wooden floors, spent from the fray.
From the mosh pit, forms lines of kids,
Prepared to thrash all you forbid.


All along the Spiders trail,
the fly he lays in living hell.
Soaked in blood, and crying out,
“do you know what pains about? “


And the young adults, curse, revolt,
Convulse, Converse thrust
jagged knives into societies throat.
While wounds bleed, spread your seed
You long and need for submerged greed
To sprout its head, “Cause you’re a Teen”

And as the Fly is devoured,
in the Lair of lepers and cowards.
One lone watcher stood and
said “I cried as he bled,
Fear the repercussions which you’ve shed.”


Your so fed up, blues eyes erupt, now
blood shot red, Hellfire in your head.
Thoughts to the boiling points you aim and point
As memories flash, galaxies crash.
To all the loved ones who kissed moist lips
To you mom and dad (They’ll forget you lived)
Your all alone, and the dead zone it calls and calls.
“Will you come home?”

And the one who stood and fought for the right
he died that day, was buried that night.
Magnificent, candles lit, and in abyss
A teen still Lives


Teen Spirit