The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday

Just know

we are

a spec

in time.

"so follow your bliss" and destroy the beauty.

I'll lock myself alone in a room

drink until the clock strikes noon

with just a pen a pill and some paper.

And maybe I will write a sad song

or another cliche poem

of the the person that I long to be.

I wanna die like Jim Morrison

a fucking rockstar.

I wanna die like god, on the cover of time.

just a blink and its gone.

so baby pour some fame In my glass.

So kill the forrest, and destroy the beauty.

I'll lock myself alone in a room

drink until the clock strikes noon

with just a pen a pill and some paper.

And maybe I will write a sad song

or another cliche poem

of the the person that I long to be.

(Colors blind)

the eyes.

(Sounds deafen)

the ear.

(Flavors numb)

the taste.

(thoughts weaken)

the mind.

I'll attack someone with a switchblade knife,

So that I can see their pain.

I choose to be a serial killer

cause the victims don't get any fame.

I'll lock myself alone in a room

drink until the clock strikes noon

with just a pen a pill and some paper.

And maybe I will write a sad song

or another cliche poem

of the the person that I long to be.

Just know.

we are.

a spec.

in time