drop your eraser (a dying protest)

you dont know it
but im sitting on the desk
on the back left corner
praying wishing you wouldnt erase
at least not me
my knee spazing out, i want you
to drop the chalk
cause everything u did create
wasnt all worth being erased
oh dont forget us
drop the chalk
oh you must
cuz i look at the clock
and realize, shit this is jus
a poem
and by this time
oh...im suppose to rhyme
ohh please dont cry
with each memory drowned in your tears
with the blood rushing within your
fears
dont let go of everything mi rosa
cause ill never let go of you
put down that eraser, and dont erase it all
jus drop the chalk, the eraser.
but please baby, dont let me fall
do you hear me sobbing?
cant u at least give me some tissue
because you let me go, dont erase this issue
come here damnit
you're making me frustrasted
but oh, i forgot
im invisible and so outdated
that eraser is the analogy of a gun to my face
ending my life, and everything that was in place
put it down, and dont erase me for your delusional
new ephinany of what you call a "new beginning"
cause you have this chalk board full of names
and full of stories
and then there is me... your once upon a time
home town glory
you're making me insane, cause you wont put the eraser down
jesus give him back to me!
oh lord father i dont mean to be rude
but dont let him erase me
dont let him be so crude
oh jus come back to me
and let me touch your beautiful face
let me tou-
let me kis-
let me fe-
where's my air?
let me hol-
where's my breath?
let me sa-
i lo-
y-
im laying in a pool of red
cause you jus erased me
im no longer in your head.
come ba-
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