By: Methodical One~

Sadness is madness.
Blackness is my atlas.
From the earth
I thirst like a cactus.

I received what I wished for.
Now I’m staring at this-floor.
I hated you when I had you,
now there’s no one I miss more.

Time passes.
Too many wine glasses.
Then my car crashes
leaving me with two scarred gashes.

Now in the hospital.
A second chance is impossible.
Because I think I’m dying,
slowly becoming fossil fuel.

I hope you’re doing swell Chanel.
Goodbye. So well.
I’ll be waiting for you
to adore you in Hell.