09-05-2013, 08:01 AM
"Just light yourself on fire,
Make the world a better place.
Just shrug it off and grab the gas,
Or you'll never be okay.
Take this with your chin up,
And into your broken hands.
We'll moan and scream and cry and shout,
But we'll no longer dance."
But its really not that easy,
To set myself ablaze .
But I'll do what I know I have to,
To make my world a better place.
I smell of gasoline,
And the fumes are in the air.
But it really doesn't matter,
I can only scent their fear.
So I'll plant my feet down firmly,
And look at the damage of my skin,
Because the bugs wouldn't stop crawling,
And I can't let them win.
So I'll do what they're chanting,
And never be seen again.
But at least with my passing,
I'll also get rid of them.
Light the match and burn the bridge,
It's what has to be done.
But I can't stop myself from shaking,
and cursing everyone.
Swearing at those who left me,
to get fucked up without resolve.
But my sacrifice is almost over,
the world with still revolve.
So tip your hats, Dear Readers,
My story is almost finished.
Just bear with me my final seconds,
While I gladly am diminished.
I can't stop to say I loved him,
Because the fire is eating my pen.
And why unleash those awful words,
That put the bugs into my skin?
Make the world a better place.
Just shrug it off and grab the gas,
Or you'll never be okay.
Take this with your chin up,
And into your broken hands.
We'll moan and scream and cry and shout,
But we'll no longer dance."
But its really not that easy,
To set myself ablaze .
But I'll do what I know I have to,
To make my world a better place.
I smell of gasoline,
And the fumes are in the air.
But it really doesn't matter,
I can only scent their fear.
So I'll plant my feet down firmly,
And look at the damage of my skin,
Because the bugs wouldn't stop crawling,
And I can't let them win.
So I'll do what they're chanting,
And never be seen again.
But at least with my passing,
I'll also get rid of them.
Light the match and burn the bridge,
It's what has to be done.
But I can't stop myself from shaking,
and cursing everyone.
Swearing at those who left me,
to get fucked up without resolve.
But my sacrifice is almost over,
the world with still revolve.
So tip your hats, Dear Readers,
My story is almost finished.
Just bear with me my final seconds,
While I gladly am diminished.
I can't stop to say I loved him,
Because the fire is eating my pen.
And why unleash those awful words,
That put the bugs into my skin?
