Haunt my dreams and write a poem without a title,
Scream like no one's listening and assign the serotonin ingredients that are vital. 

Life's like an untuned guitar being played by Kurt Cobain,
My eyes are closed,I hate existing in this pool of darkness haunting every nook filled with nothing but pain. 

Voices won't stop,they eat my brain like a zombie from a corpse,
Hating my reflection and inflicting rejections is all what's left on the main course. 

If just breathing is considered being alive,
Then I've taken a huge dive from a cliff,
All this fake and optimistic hope of someone being there for me surely doesn't exist. 

I want to kiss life from my mouth and jerk off death from my hands,
For how long am I gonna drown my nights, playing songs from my favorite bands?
Death's easy and life's hard,
My will to live in this world has for sure,fallen apart.