I swear this death's incredible
Taste of my blood, so edible
I'll make my impression last on you
Cause your last lover was forgettable
I wish I could come and touch your lips
Take you to heaven on my fingertips
Singing rock, being goth wearing Tribals
F*cking Bitches, Icing stitches, Burning bibles
This Poet has died
Remember the words and the tears that he cried
I've been gone for a long-long time now
Used to write poetry but I rhyme now
All the years that we spent are wasted
Getting attached to a bitch is a crime now
So goodbye now, now I'm drinking
I've been drowning without sinking
I've been crying without blinking
I've been acting without thinking
Death of a poet it's a birth of a sinner
Losing myself yet they call me a winner
Death of a poet
Birth of a sinner
I'm losing, I'm losing this shit
This Poet has died
Remember the words and the tears that he cried