Yeast Excrement Consumption Gone Bad Poem by Barlot ...

For all it's worth
Your philosophies
And scars, incisions on your knees
Everything burned to a filthy crust
Jealousy
All over me...he's over me...
Nothing to do
With nothing to drink
To think in weak rhymes like this
It practically...tyranny-
I've changed myself to change the world
What once was a happy girl...
Is now nothing more than molecules
Oh but the ridicule of reverting
Is enough to keep me from converting to reality
And gravity takes its weight
It's great to be painless
But my brain gets the best of me
When there's no one to read my writing.
Never will there be a sighting at my grave
I'm young and dying
Just trying to save every memory
Every part of humanity
But the smell gets to me
Kill me once...
I'm so goth it hurts to believe.