• Your Grave

    As Soft As The Wind,
    My Body Was Pinned,
    But If I Am Sinned,
    I May Be On The Mend,
    But If My End,
    Turns Round The Bend,
    But there is a chance,
    That As I Dance,
    I Will Spare A Glance,
    At the cave,
    That Holds Your Grave

    My Death

    As My rein,
    begins again,
    Which is held,
    On A Crane,
    one thousand feet,
    between my death and me,
    So Let me down-down-down
    To The Spiritual Ground,
    Where upon a Frown
    My Crown,
    Is broken,
    i waited for the,
    but the never came.



    Suicide


    A slit of a knife,
    A Bullet From A Gun,
    It Will Not Stun,
    But this is no joke,
    for those who take coke,(cocaine)
    I Hope They Choke