I now know why we die
We must escape the air of cancer
Swirling around us
Waiting for a weak link
To show their imperfect side
So let's gather around the old pine tree
And sing until we pass
Man, life went by too **** fast
Melodies of sorrow and guilt
Fill the air and force the cancer to go back down
Maybe the world is ****** up for a reason
Maybe we should just ignore it
Now it's time to let the cancer in
Now it's time to go to the other side

Every miserable morning
As I walk to my inevitable doom
I pass a field of Roses
The landscape is simply abloom
They look at me with a sad weeze
I then notice my nose has started to bleed
Thank you for the good times
But ******* for the bad ones
I hope you find that missing link
That hopefully makes you not sink
I appreciate the flowers you brought
But don't forget about the blood
I'm not afraid of the game
That these ******* flowers play
Thanks again for the opportunity
I'm not using my immunity
I consider hell a second home
It's time to finally say farewell
I will unleash the inner demon
It is finally time to flee
I will **** the cancer inside me
I'm getting ready to pass over
I am about to be set free
I don't believe in 4-leaf clovers
Now that I am gone forever
I must admit to you
These rhymes aren't even clever
I am just another poet
So here is to all of the
Rose Buds and Nose Blood

I have a question for you
YES YOU!
Do you feel the need to be
The center of attention like me
If you fell the same
I feel your pain
Even though I'm quite quiet
I still feel the need to riot
I'm not ashamed to admit
I can be a little *****
I study the looks on people's faces
Are they paying me any attention?
Are they impressed or not?
Do my parents approve?
Well I don't give a ****
I don't need any friends
I just need their immersion
I guess you could say I'm
An attention *****
Sometimes a quick look
Will certainly do
I have their engrossment
For a second or two
It makes me feel confident
Anything to make them go OOH
If they don't notice me
I am simply nothing
I need to be set free
I deserve to be recognized
I feel violated to the third degree
I'm not going unnoticed
I dress like a banshee
I can't get over the desperation
Thanks a lot for the recognition
I'm a common goth of young
I have no interest in being hung
I don't get noticed anywhere
I want to be noticed everywhere

Me and my doll
Are going away
To the great beyond
I'm dropping my wand
I'm going to hell
And nobody is stopping me
I want a special front row seat
For the devil's hot feast
Hey Mister
Where do you buy a ticket
I long for the heat
Two tickets to hell please
I am not depressed
I am in no need of help
I am not even stressed
I am not going to make a yelp
My black hair and makeup
My doll and me will ever break up
Bring yourself and your feelings
No need for possessions
The devil will always hook you up
The devil and me
Are getting along so greatly
Me and my doll
Are happy on the magma beach
I am happy to be here
The devil's grip has set me free

Death is inevitable
I am dying to early though
And it is all because of you
My life is a wreck
I have problems
Beyond what you can see
You are making it worse
I feel the rope around my neck
I can't believe that
You are my noose
Kids are killers
Adults are zombies
Ghost are the most relatable
To my twisted fantasy
Ignore the people's harsh words
But sometimes you just can't

They will eat you alive
They will totally make you cry
They look so adorable though
They hide sharp teeth behind
Their creepy ******* up smile
They will rip you to shreds
They will destroy your dreams
They have no morals whatsoever
They only come out at night
They only mess with the vulnerable
They have guns under their sheets
They have spikes on their cleats
They rarely ever sleep
They have a totally fake face
They have no remorse
They have the shortest fuse
They like to play with a noose
They collect bones for fun
They will always watch you
Their fur smells like dread
They have kids to abuse
They have bright blue eyes
Don't let them get you

Opinions aren't important
Except they are
They shape who we are
They make our decisions
They destroy our friendships
They deny us entry
To the great forest
The forest of life
The forest of death
The forest of happiness
The forest of sadness
But this forest changed me
It made me a disfigured mess
A destroyed soul
With black lips
And sad slumbers
I regret going to the forest
It made my feel empty
In more than one way
As I cry on a rock
A rock more important than me
I look at the ground
And realize I am no more
Than a single grain sand