Begone

Begone from this peaceful home
For time ticks by slowly here
Restless spirit not content  
Until it confronts it’s fear
 
Launch into distant future
Don’t stop to admire the view
Keep racing towards the end
Death is all that’s left to do
 
No need to enjoy living
For living is for the weak
Instead create high drama
For attention that you seek

Paint your face to be grotesque
Dress yourself in midnight black
But be warned: If you give in
To Death, there’s no coming back.

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