Square in the face,
I'll take it.
Wipe this grin off my face
Show me what you're really made of.
Say it doesn't matter.
Look at me when you speak of death--
It won't faze me.
I am a willing participant in this game.
I can take it.
When the sunsets my words will still be here,
But my body will have decayed--
My life will have decayed
And nothing you do or say will matter.
So throw it away,
Throw it all away
And see what you can do to make me stay.
My mind spasms--
Look at that suspicious color
Floating in the sky next to that gleaming air,
I can breathe it,
And see it,
But is it really there?
Nothing is really there.
It vanishes into a crude background
Labeled "Dead Poetry"
Don't make a violent attack at me
Just out of pure jealousy.
Scream my name,
You know who I am.
