My life is devoid of pleasure and joy.
My clothing that hanging on the rack,
Are various shades of black, black and black.
Oh my robes and cloaks, they flap everywhere,
I often get sucked in the escalator stair.
I never, ever was my hair,
Who knows what’s feeding on the dye up there?
My neck it suffers from constant sprains,
From too many necklaces, and too many chains.
And the sun is something I’m not found in,
Least I get some colour to my corpse white skin.
I like to mope and ban enthusiasm,
Anything like a smile is just a muscle spasm.
I chase away people ‘cause they leave me bored,
Then write angsty poems on how I am ignored.
I listen to music that makes me sad,
Which is the only emotion I’ve ever had.
I want to live off blood and life energy,
But for now I eat food prepared by my mommy.
When you think of all I’m pretending to go through,
I’m as deep as the lake I should be thrown into!
What can I say, I’m still glad to be me,
Wait except of course I’m not glad, I’m like so unhappy!
Now go away please so I can cry and moan,
About how the world’s unfair and how I’m so alone!
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