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Garrett Clark
My name is Garrett Clark. I am a large man with four piercings. My friends call me Spyder. I have many interest, tattoos, piercings, hanging with my firends, and of course writing. I have struggled in life and I use these experiences in my poetry and songs. I write dark and depressing as well as upeat, lighter pieces. I hope you enjoy all I have shared here. Let me know what you think, and don't forget to sign my guestbook!
CARTON OF SUICIDE
I SMOKED MY FIRST CIGARETTE TODAY
I BROKE DOWN AND BOUGHT MYSELF A PACK
IT IS STARTING TO GET HARD TO COPE WITH THE PAIN
I WON'T LIVE TO SEE MY LUNGS TURN BLACK
I FEEL LIKE I HAVE JET LAG
I AM STOPPING AFTER I TAKE THIS DRAG
I CAN'T HAVE STYLE NOW A DAY
WITHOUT PEOPLE THINKING I'M GAY
I SMOKED MY NINTH CIGARETTE TODAY
I WISH I COULD TURN TIME BACK
I JUST CAN'T COPE WITH THE PAIN
AND I AM STARTING TO GET HACKED
I FEEL LIKE I HAVE JET LAG
I AM STOPPING AFTER I TAKE THIS DRAG
I CAN'T HAVE STYLE NOW A DAY
WITHOUT PEOPLE THINKING I'M GAY
I SMOKED MY FOURTEENTH CIGARETTE TODAY
I AM TALKING A LOT MORE SMACK
PEOPLE DON'T LISTEN TO THE THINGS I SAY
MY MOM HAS BOUGHT LOTS OF FAT SACKS
I FEEL LIKE I HAVE JET LAG
I AM STOPPING AFTER I TAKE THIS DRAG
I CAN'T HA VE STYLE NOW A DAY
WITHOUT PEOPLE THINKING I'M GAY
I THINK THAT I AM IN THE WAY
I CATCH WAY TO MUCH FLACK
NO ONE WILL KNOW MY NAME
BY THE TIME I FINISH THE PACK
I FEEL LIKE I HAVE JET LAG
I AM STOPPING AFTER I TAKE THIS DRAG
I CAN'T HAVE STYLE NOW A DAY
WITHOUT PEOPLE THINKING I'M GAY
I FINISHED THE CARTON OF CIGARETTES TODAY
Just like ham
Drop dead
Is what I would have said
If I wasn’t so damned busy
Letting lies
Just like butterflies
Fill my head and make me dizzy
CHORUS:
I never thought would come to this
I could stop the fighting with one halting kiss
I let the poison pass my lips
The snake does a fuck more than hiss
She doesn’t know
What I just did
I let my heart
Get cut and split
And maybe one day
Though I turn away
She’ll come back home
Cured and whole
She just broke down
Tried to turn around
But I didn’t answer
Her voice sings
Her cries ring
In my ears like cancer
CHORUS:
I never thought would come to this
I could stop the fighting with one halting kiss
I let the poison pass my lips
The snake does a fuck more than hiss
She doesn’t know
What I just did
I let my heart
Get cut and split
And maybe one day
Though I turn away
She’ll come back home
Cured and whole
JUMPER
VERSE 1:
I am sitting on the edge of time.
Thinking of jumping, wondering why.
I went ahead and paid the phone bill?
As I sit and I ponder.
What's in store for me over the yonder?
Why did I take so many diarrhea pills?
CHORUS:
And I slide.
Got nothing to hide.
Let's go inside.
My brain is fried.
I'm dying from trying to kill myself.
And I slide.
Got no thing to hide.
Let's go inside.
My brain is fried.
Is it suicide if you're killed by somebody else?
VERSE 2:
This is it. I gotta do it.
Gonna jump. There's no thing to it.
I should have shot myself in the temple.
Had no bullets. Had no gun.
Didn't want pay for one.
Don't know why it was just that simple...
CHORUS:
And I slide.
Got no thing to hide.
Let's go inside.
My brain is fried.
I'm dying from trying to kill myself.
And I slide.
Got nothing to hide.
Let's go inside.
My brain is fried.
Is it suicide if you're killed by somebody else?
VERSE 3:
Now I hear all these things.
I hear voices and the phone rings.
Why can I not kill myself?
I tried to get some bees.
They were killers in deed.
All they did was leave me in whelps.
CHORUS:
And I slide.
Got no thing to hide.
Let's go inside.
My brain is fried.
I'm dying from trying to kill myself.
And I slide.
Got no thing to hide.
Let's go inside.
My brain is fried.
Is it suicide if you're killed by somebody else?