The Art of Death

A failed life.

A lost soul.

A broken heart.

A wicked mind

I’m worthless

Good for nothing

I’d rather be dead.



I’m unwanted.

I’m an outcast.

I’m betrayed, hated and forgotten.



When I’m dead;

I will be released

Free from the pain.

Saved from the useless life.



The Art of being Death.

Living the Undeath

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