Ain’t nothing green ‘cept this rotten playaz empathy
Eternally enveloped by a fog composed of enemies
Evil thoughts directing me to kill myself impressively
Monsters from the otha side consuming all the rest of me
Incessantly suppressing all my jealous thoughts, I’m so distraught
Never would have thought that I’d be stressing over pointless loss
Corpses walk, lost spirits fleeing fearful demagogue
Jerking off to PAWGs, can’t dismiss the feel of hellish frost
Frigid grasp upon weak, insipid maw filled with spite
Frightful nights spent awake embracing nooses and the like
Frost of death inviting in the sweltered site that is my life
Figured I could take my life and be relieved of all this strife
Crying in my bed, I await hell’s conflagration
Knowing I deserve it for enduring consternation
Self-abuse infused with suicidal ideation
Ghosts of friends surrounding in nihilistic convocation