They say "Beauty fades"
I say "Die young-
Leave a good looking corpse!"
I must be undead
I feel no pain
Just numb
Standing warm
Soaked to the bone
In the freezing rain
"shana"
.....................
"SHANA!"
Wake up!
No pulse
So morbid
The same old me
Just more wrinkles
It hurts
Worse,
It burns
Ulcers
Some day fill up an urn
Leave a good looking corpse
Or burn baby burn
Roll the dice
It's your turn.