A Boy With Roses

Satire X

I speak the language of death 

With a cheap grimmace splattered like paint across my smug face

I speak the language of death

I do it the best

I still can\'t believe it 

I\'m a fucking poetic genius

A mountain of sin

Flapping butterfly wings

A fountain of wisdom, often 

Silent 

I still can\'t believe it

I\'m a fucking poetic genius.