/lit/ - Literature

IAll my fantasized suicides fall like rain
Riding through my life on a pitch black train
long days and long nights all painted with pain
A man like me ain't blind to see the worms in his brain

A fall from grace a spike in taste got it all figured out
god and earth they died at birth from cancer of the mouth
The man in black had a heart attack and keeled over with a shout
morality and sentimentality soon passed out on the couch

I bought a ring so a girl could sing me softly to sleep
I slipped it on when she was gone and felt like a creep
The boss maintained that I'm still the same so I counted his sheep
My mind is read the love is dead now I'm locked in the keep

My bones are old from lies I've told to people I hate
I ringed around the rosie kept an eye out for fate
I locked the door and felt some more but it was already too late
The damage done I'm on the run from snatching the plate