1.
Everyone wants more of them  
So, their cells (and soul) begin to multiply
Once the death sets in
They are free
These are the ones that never survive
And suddenly everything they have ever created
Means more

2.
If I could write like I am dying
I could write like I am free
But this is a lie
And nothing will suddenly
Mean more

She's never been known to talk too much
But she's not afraid to touch the ones she loves
She won't run away

She never has much to say
But when she does you don't look away
Or close your eyes
Yeah, she's a good girl
And she's been good to me

She says she's not afraid to die
But when she does, don't be afraid to cry
It's alright

She talks of life and what it means
Her voice is quiet and her words are clean
She's lost in a daydream
Yeah, she's a good girl
And she's been good to me

I wish I could always be
As good to her as she's been to me
Everyday

But I get lost and stuck sometimes
And she's the furthest thing from my mind
It's sad to say
But ****, she's a good girl
And she's been good to me

My confusion troubles me
My wondering depresses me
And my knowledge grows heavily
And the icing on that cake is everything I hate about me

It wont **** You They Said
When you left me
My friends gathered around.
Living without her won’t **** you.
They said.
But what won’t **** me
Aches day and night inside my chest.
What won’t **** me
Has tears running down my face.
What won’t **** me
Fills me with scars that never heal.
What won’t **** me
Makes me hide away from the world
What won’t **** me
Makes me want to **** myself

I.....am more then a girl, a women, I feel things I usually have been told is for slutty women, I crave my last desired, I dream of the touches of want that I crave to feel once more, I...........am a darker being that I appeal to be

Death is pretty, death is silent,
There's no more pain, no more tears of heart break, people see death as loneliness in a dark space, but it's peaceful, laying there with Thor eyes closed in perfect silence,remembering everything you've ever done, good or bad memories flowering peacefully through your mind, laying in a made bed wear freshly grown green grass grows as pretty little lady bugs and butterflies, and folly polly's rome through the dirt,
Death doesn't have tho be a thing of fear that awaits us at every corner that we turn,
Taking the last breath that makes our heart stop beating 200 time's a day,
It can mean so many thing's at once,
Others believe in after life,
Other's believe they become a much better being after they die,
But death doesn't have tho new scary!!!!!