Here I am, the same old me, but only worse than before.
Even my ex-girlfriend finally learned not to fuck with me anymore.
I don't know why I used to wait for people to give me a reason.
Everyone pisses me off. Now my actions get bloodier every season.
So just turn on your TV, and watch me like I'm a fucking show.
I'll give you some fucked shit to watch, and I don't even need a dildo.
So call the fucking cops, as if that has never been done.
I'll blast them again and again with my fucking shot gun.
It's not me causing all this chaos, it's you who won't leave me alone.
How long until you realize I'm invincible? Just go back home.
Just for the fun of it, I'll burn down a whole fucking building.
A jug of gasoline and some matches. It can't get anymore thrilling.
I walked back out, and there were helicopters above me, cops down below.
They're saying something on their speakers, but I don't understand these hoes.
"What the fuck you saying?" I called, but then they started shooting me.
I wasn't going to take it personal, but now I'm taking it personally.
Good thing I always bring back up or I don't know where I'd be.
My good friends AK and AR always come with me.
With the both of them by my side, I took the whole swat team down.
I dare these helicopters to get closer, I'll shoot them all to the ground.
I want this for the better. I won't be done until I get this whole fucking city to myself.
I know I'm no fucking hero, I learned that when I tried killing myself.
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Pile the Dead
Poetry"Pile the Dead" is a collection of dark poems. Each poem is either about mental illness, murder, suicide, drug use, etc. Consider yourself warned. Please, let me know what you think. I would love to hear any constructive criticism. ********** Good R...
