The End
Death
The ultimate high
Nothing quite like
Watching you die
Pain
It makes me sweat
You think I like it?
You bet
Blood
It flows so pure
Does it taste good?
I'm sure
Rotting
6 feet below
Maggots devour your flesh
It has to be so
A thousand years later
Your bones will be dust
In the end
You rust
3/19/91