Seems three years,

though maybe four

Someone drops dead

whom I adore

You love someone,

there will be grief

The kiss of death,

lips of a thief



Goddamn it



A dusty stack of photographs

Of times I've cried

but mostly laughed

Commit the past

into blue flames

Acrid smoke,

cowardly shame



At times I'm truly terrified

'Cause dope and booze

don't help to hide

They're used to mask

a weakling's hurt

It's just like painting

over dirt



Everyone I love is dead (ha-ha)



Life's a game I cannot win

Both good and bad

must surely end

The mirrors

always tell the truth

I love myself

for hating you