Irony of Dying on Your Birthday

Just know we don't astound in time

so follow your bliss, and destroy the beauty.

I'll lock myself alone and I will

drink until the clock strikes two

with just a pen, a pill, and some paper.

And maybe I don't understand

so pour another please

This should foul up the person that I long to be.

I wanna die, like Jim Morrison.

a ******* rockstar.

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

Just a fake, in disguise

So pour some fame in my glass.

So kill the forrest, and destroy the beauty.

I'll lock myself alone and I will

drink until the clock strikes two

with just a pen, a pill, and some paper.

And maybe I don't understand

so pour another please

This should foul up the person that I long to be.

(Colors blind)

the eyes.

(Self defend)

the ear.

(Flavors now)

the taste.

(Suffocates)

the mind.

I would take someone with a switchblade knife

So that I can see their pain.

I used to be a serial killer

cause the victims don't get any fame.

I'll lock myself alone and I will

drink until the clock strikes two

with just a pen, a pill, and some paper.

And maybe I don't understand

so pour another please

This should foul up the person that I long to be.

Just know we don't, astound in time.