Terray Myst Wae

I hope I die while I'm writing
atleast then I'll die happily.
I don't need anything exciting
just the slow painful misery, I apparently deserve.

I'm sorry that I got lost inside my work.
I promise deep down I'm still the same dork.
I buried myself with all the hours,
but it was the only way I didn't get flowers.

Depression, like a parasite brings you to the edge,
but will never allow you to off the ledge.
I hide behind the idea of being busy,
but in all reality my mind is kinda dizzy.

Like the memories inside are getting hazy,
and most people seem to think I'm crazy.
What I'm tryna say though is that I apologize
for all of the lies and hiding behind the guise.

I miss the days of when I had a lot you as friends,
so if anybody out there would like to make amends
just go ahead and send me a message,
and maybe we can work on all this wreckage.

Your homie that got shot has PTSD around guns,
but what about the girl that got r***d
but what about the guy that got beat as a kid
but what about the former addict with needles.

All I'm saying is y'all need to quit being so judgemental
because at this point that many of you are doing should be criminal.

I'm so sick of y'all assuming we all got where we are equally.
Some of us fought so much harder than others to get to where we are today.
We don't all need to be on the same frequency,
but we can't just throw out what happened yesterday.

I guess what I'm saying is that a man like Elon Musk or Donald Trump shouldn't be compared to the likes of Jeff Bezos or Mark Cuban. Do they all make money off the backs of you and I? Yes. Bezos and Cuban worked hard to get to where they are though too. They deserve to reap the rewards and there isn't any reason that we can't put in the work and come up with the ideas as revolutionary as theirs.

He can turn water into wine.
The monster has risen.
There is a painting of his final dine.
The monster has risen.

Jesus Christ is the monster I mention.
God is the criminal at convention.

"Face the Injustice"

Expectations will be the death of you.
They start to feel more like obligations.
They suffocate you until you're blue
then you see your life flash.

Flash like a drunken' night on parade.
Say something stupid and end up on a watchlist
then the feds kick in your door on a midnight raid.
Shoot your kids, wife, and dog.

Dog, you had an illegal firearm.
Your shotgun barrel was a little to short,
but you weren't going to cause any harm.
Now, you sitting your days out in prison.

Prison guard takes a little pity.
The guys next to you laugh at your crime.
Next thing you know you're looking up at Smitty.
That's the last thing your remember.

Remember the prison riot.
You stood there just so still
then everything went quiet.
You reach for your chest.

Chest is soaking wet.
The guards shot you, too.
You die alone with only one regret.
You did to little to late.

Late enough they took your family.
Simple laws taking lives.
They say you're the anomaly,
but why do we remember so many names.

Names that lost their freedom
because we allowed just one more infringement.
They now rest in martyrdom,
but nobody rises to face the injustice head on.

~ Terray Myst Wae

All politicans are corrupt.
All religions are irrelevant.
Lucifer was a hero.

We should all erupt
in outrage towards the arrogant,
but I hear decibels of zero.

Monster by Terray Myst Wae I am the Monster / I will be your Frankenstein / I prefer Dracula. Published at the web's largest poetry site.

I Wanna be Held, Baby by Terray Myst Wae I just wanna be held / and like a nut be shelled / but I'm stuck with hell. Published at the web's largest poetry site.

Peter Pan Conspiracy? by Terray Myst Wae I'm off to never never land / to be the lead of Peter Pan's Rap-Rock band / Nobody here wa. Published at the web's largest poetry site.

Devil Incarnate by Terray Myst Wae The dark within / begins when you hit the Gin / and you get that wicked grin / and beat your kin / You reach another level / and become the devil. Published at the web's largest poetry site.

"The Final Job"

I just wanna see my friends
Before the world fu***ng ends
For that though I'd have to die
and see through my own lie

The job is done
My friends are gone
I'm the last alive
So I have to take the dive

Only one left of the crew
and we need the fame of the few
We were born to be fu***ng famous
and for our names to be blasphemous

We committed the crime
then I wrote this rhyme
While the evidence burned
and our stomachs churned

We were born to do it
Our lives were to be lit
We robbed a million banks
on our way to the top of the ranks

We were the richest in the world
and our visions just whirled
We never slowed down
Not even for the small town

We were trillionaires
and on our way to Bueno Aires
When the s**t hit the fan
and I just ran

I failed the ones I love
Now, I take my life with a prison shiv
Pop a cork
and share my work

"Let me Die."

Let me die.
Let it happen slowly.
I don't wanna try.

I don't care if it's unholy.
I just wanna feel again.
Let me be lowly.

I deserve the pain.
Actually, I deserve to hang
in the cold hard rain.

I heard the bang,
but I didn't run.
I knew it was the only way out the gang.

Can I be heard by anyone?
Why do you have to lie?
Why can't I just love no one?

Hello, as you can see my name is Terray Myst Wae.

This page is not the place to be if you want to be the first to access my work. If you would really like to follow along with my poetry career then I suggest following me on allpoetry.com because that is where I post all of my work first. If you are lucky, you might even find a piece there that never made it here.

Now, a little more about me, so you can understand my writing a little better, perhaps. I'm still in High School, and I grew up in a rural Indiana town. Although, you won't see me writing about tractors and corn. I've always dreamed of moving to a big city, and maybe one day I will get my wish.

Enjoy!

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"Valencia"

Welcome to the dark place
Where we sacrifice goats to our lord
Whom never leaves her palace
Yet still she leads the horde

We conquer our neighbors
Screaming her name
And brandishing our sabres
Bringing their castles down in flame

She leads with her heart
Yet uses her brain at war
Her tongue as quick as a dart
And certainly isn't an eyesore

For her hair is long and dark
Yet her skin as pale as a ghost
Her eyes the color of Kenmore bark
To her beauty there has been many a toast

Not a day has she aged
Since she took the crown
For she drinks blood of those encaged
And will never step-down

She is our mighty Empress
Whom bears no heir
And on our battlefield she is the tempest
Yet for her to leave the palace is rare

For the last time she entered the battlefield
She accidentally struck down her husband
Since then she has refused to wield
So now only the soldiers carry her brand

Now we march
Further into the northern lands
Where the Earth is parch
Now her empire expands