MAGAZINE

i cant get out of bed today
life is slowly wasting away
forever i will be alone
a sick sad girl on my lonely throne
i can feel the death
creeping round my toes
soon it will grab me and drag me
below
in hell ill sit and drink my wine
made of babies blood and
satans moonshine
well talk about
how boring i was
how i didnt do anything
how i wasted my life
and ill look at the devil
and laugh with delight
for in eternity ill be sitting
in the chair to his right
and wreak havoc on you all
haunt you in your dreams
ill live out my death
making little kids scream
and mothers cry
and fathers weep
im just kidding
im not that mean.
im just bitter
cuz im getting old
and i can see my body
in the ground growing cold
and nothingness is boring
and death is boring
and life is boring
im going back to bed.







everything is my fault
merry go round
under the ground we go

im afraid

alone alone alone