Bring It On Poem by Twisted Moon

There’s nothing worth doing
There’s no future worth pursuing
I like my time too much to waste it on trying
Every second that passes we are closer to dying.

Blue moon please hurry and do your bidding
I await you dying in the chair where I’m sitting
Disrupt the world with a tidal wave
Put me in a desolate grave

Give me an excuse to be alone
Let the emptiness chill me to the bone
For God sakes just give me whats coming
I’ll cross the river styx with the war drums drumming

Hang me from the heavens and admire my misery
Let my tolerance of torture rival Jesus’s in history
I will stare down the demons and satanic grins,
Only I will die for my own sins.

Its hard to see exactly where you are going
Sometimes its better not even knowing
When you its somewhere sad and dark
Hell is no walk in the park