ive been thinking on the end again

isnt that beautiful?

ive thought on the iron maiden

the rope and the fresh bottle

on kissing the barrel slow

dancing with the kerosene

sexy, innit?

cutting in line to be first for once

for once and for all

ninety-nine on sixty-five

with closed mind and eyes

listening to another sad song

addicted to the gallows

strung out on the rooftops

see how im gorgeous?

laughing at the nine-eight-eight

billboard on rush hourish thirty-one

thinking on the correctness of Sutton

thinking on if death took Sue

thinking on me and hell and you

thinking on the shell of life

thinking on screaming in silence

on death and run on sentences

and how pain doesn’t exist

and how its in my head

how im fine, really

how you want to help

how you dont know how

how im so alone

how im terrified

how im dying and pretending to live

how shes calling my bluff

how shes peeling back the human mask

how shes looking for the monster

ive been thinking on the end again

the ends been thinking on me

isnt that sexy?

ive been thinking of poetry

and other sharp things