Death doesn’t exist, And I refuse to believe in life. This world consists Of incapacitating time. We are all starving signatures Of an experiemental joke, And everything we create Just makes me ******* choke. All that exists subsists of rot, A wasted penance, long forgot, I lay the framework The words became murk While the public sits And bathes in ****, I don’t want any part of it. - Release me. I don’t belong here, I’ll eradicate anything in my way here, Subliminally inserted masquerades Confuse the minds of the weak, sitting without thought in this charade, Confounding the blinded to weep. I’m only suicidal in the mornings, But the evenings bring contempt, The hatred spawns new beginnings, The death brings our lament, Death doesn’t exist, And I’ll never believe in life.