Huh? Why would I write this?

here we sit pretending somthing is left
we idolize the symbols of death
heroes dead we worship now
Kurt Cobain please tell me how

We die
And never think twice about our friends
We die
And wonder why life has such gruesome ends
We die
And leave behind our hidden pain
We die
Blood washes away in the rain

think of all the dizziness
the times we said we were fearless
lying about the happiness
when our lives were such a mess

We die
Turn our backs on what is real
We die
Pretending that we cannot feel
We die
And leave behind a trail of blood and gore
We die
Our bodies writh and scream for more

Forgetting all the drugs and sex
Realizing life is just a test
Set down all your misery
Here lies now sweet hilarity.

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By The Dying Euphoria

I may not be the average junk addict, seeing as I still have a few things going for me, but I'm a slave to heroin just the same. I'm a sad sight, no doubt, but that's the way life is, and you can't help it. So whatever you do, don't try and fuck with it. I like it when people e-mail me and reply to my posts, so please, speak your mind to me, if you wish. I have a blood, violence, and self mutilation fetish, so I'll spend a lot of time in the Erotica section, posting and reading. I write poetry, and I'll be posting thousands of poems. So please, check for my name often. If I disappear, well, I probably took my fetish too far...