irony of dying on your birthday

just know

we are

a spec

in time. so follow your bliss

and destroy the beauty

i'll lock myself alone in a room

drink until the clock strikes noon

with just a pen

a pill

and some paper

and maybe i will write a sad song

or another cliche poem

of the person that i long to be

i wanna die like jim morrison

a fucking rock star

i wanna die like god on the cover of time. just a blink and it's gone

so baby pour some fame in my glass. so kill the forest

and destroy the beauty. i'll lock myself alone in a room

drink until the clock strikes noon

with just a pen

a pill

and some paper

and maybe i will write a sad song

or another cliche poem

of the person that i long to be

the eyes

the ear

the taste

the mind

i'll attack someone with a switchblade knife

so that i can see their pain

i choose to be a serial killer

'cause the victims don't get any fame. i'll lock myself alone in a room

drink until the clock strikes noon

with just a pen

a pill

and some paper

and maybe i will write a sad song

or another cliche poem

of the person that i long to be

just know we are a spec in time