What to call this Poem ...

[Miss Murder]

... I really cannot think of a name.
So this was just something that ran into my head after five seconds of creative thinking.

It's a phase.

Pt. 1

Followers of a secondhand religion
Checkered crosses running through
Outlined in a haze of colors,
Some thoughts are so new.

Red rimmed eyes, stitched shut
Too much of a good thing?
Black tears run down now,
Menagerie of red, purple and green.

Then you lift a fist
Hundreds, then thousands follow
Never pay homage to the murderer
One day their pride will be swallowed.

Concious thinking now reigns
But not for long, certainly
Minds must weep once again
Victims' lives never a fee

They take no action
No thinking is needed
Throw the innocents in jail,
Common sense goes unheeded.

Scratch yourself out of life,
Catch the sun when it falls
Glazed eyes wide open;
White flecked faces of porcelin dolls.

Pt. 2

Never too much,
No need to wait
Crystals dance forever
Now it's far too late.

Never too much,
No need to lie
Six feet under now,
Any tears left to cry?

Never too much,
No need to die
Time to apologize,
Hold in your sigh.

Never too much,
Never too late
Do you still not see?
Shining crystals don't satiate.

Never too much,
Never to live again
Meet your murderer,
For your life he ate.

Interperate what you will from it; there's some of a meaning behind every line.

[Cicero]

<3

Nice poem. Didn't understand a word of the first part, loved the second part. Need to read it another time, I guess.

Second part could be called 'Never too much', although its a bit corny. =P Don't know about part 1.

Also, you misspelled 'purple' in the first part. It states 'puple'.

All togheter, nice poem. ^^