my favorite poetry

frank iero, a god himself, also writes a buncha angsty sh*t that makes me sad.

club 27 has reached capacity
your silence is weighted.
poured on thick and antiquated. 
a lethargic bonfire.a mixed bag of emotional six flags.meeting with a muffled yawn.
it's time ____
              to be_________
                       a grownup_________________________ 
                                        or find your own path to heaven.
either way, if you are really lucky only a handful of souls will actually notice that you are gone.
i don't wanna f*** this up i don't wanna f*** this up i don't wanna f*** this up i don't wanna f*** this up i don't wanna f*** this up i don't wanna f*** this up i dont wannf*** thisup i dont wannf***this up idontwnnaf*** this up
...ah man, and just when i was getting so good at f***ing everything up too.
lithium carbonate.

-2013, frnkiero.