Light ashes and dust
of my deepest depression
lay down
on the furniture
with silver blur
I'm dead but I must...
Should have made a confession
that I
had nobody left
to live it for.
Old theories rot slow,
Young flesh will rot faster
I look on this world
and Devil Is Its Master!!.
And if you ever
encounter my Ghost,
he'll tell you that life
wasn't worth livin' it forth
//
