Hear me scream.
Watch me bleed.
It’s what I do,
None of it’s for you.
You’re ignorant, love;
Always trying to send yourself above.
What about me?
You just don’t know what life means.
Come, have a seat—I’ll tell you a story
Of people who have a memento mori—
Unlike you,
Who comes out of the blue.
What makes you think you’re a god?
Is it because you think you have a “hot bod”?
Whatever jerk.
Think what you want, but it won’t work.
You’ve already done degraded yourself,
It’s time to go back on the shelf.
Collect dust and let it drag you down
And hopefully one day you’ll drown
Into the deep, dark world called
Reality.
