"Nah... I'm the writer but not the poem's...
Today of sullen mood...

"some college dude really gets into my...
It makes sense to witness your downfall...

"I've made this somewhat horrible but...
I’ve been on your side for a long time...

My world just died, one day I met them,
Where the good has vanished, bad’s an...

I’m the Deaf…
I hear all of your insults dear...

Will wait for another drink,
Instead of wine, I drank the rain...

He beats like the thunder,
Goes well with the guitar though...

Another day with shackled hands,
I was sprawled on one corner...

I filled my tub with my own blood,
Countless stabs, I smelled myself fresh...

She was born at twelve, one stormy midnight;
In one dark sewer, with awful faded light...