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