I want to feel death's breath on my neck.
I want to peer into the exquisite emptiness.
Just laying there with a vacant stare.
On the ground, not a sound, except maggots biting down.
Feeding their existence, as they rid me of mine.
When I die, I want to leave a mess.
Maybe an exploded heart from a caved in chest.
When you do something you should do your best!
May I rest in pieces when I'm finite with dynamite.
Making day to night by flicking the life switch.
Life's a bitch and then you die, why cry about it?
There's beauty in the macabre.
Beauty in a slit wrist.
We begin and then we end, make your journey worth it
