The earth is sick,
We play a part,
We have it coming,
We deserve it.
In short, the death's door close-at-hand.
2012, no lie AND,
I'm sitting up for that day to blow in.
Along with that,
I'm sick.
Sick of my existence,
Tired of making the grade,
Had enough of the various absurd human beings,
Turned off by the empty brain, school grades.
All in all,
It's pointless for me to be alive, breathing as a good-for-nothing.
What's life?
WHAT EXACTLY IS LIFE?
FUCK IT.
ps: 27 days to heaven.
