(Dying alone) (Died in your home) (Soothing poems) (Death is welcome) Don’t matter if you’re sick or die by crashing into a ditch, death comes for everyone don’t matter if you’re old or young you’ll die whether you’re with someone or all alone. It could be caused from an overdose. Your game didn’t pause you just froze. Pock marks in your heart caused from the thorns of a rose. Your girl either left you or you died in a mental home. Don’t matter if you’re perfect in the eyes of god, death will take you even with no sins or flaws. Devil will come after you and rip you apart with his claws. His demons will chase you down the dark halls. It doesn’t matter who you are, death doesn’t judge. This casket is gonna give you a big hug. Rotting in the ground, hearing it all above. Death is coming for us, dying without love. Death comes for everyone. (Yeah) Don’t matter if you’re old or young. Whether you’re the one holding the gun or popping pills just for the fun. Feeling numb or alive it’ll come no matter what you do. Sometimes you’re just fucking screwed. GRIM SHOWS UP IN YOUR ROOM AND TAKES YOU AWAY, LEADING YOU TO A FUCKING GRAVE!!!!! We all have death to face… Don’t matter if you’re sick or die by crashing into a ditch, death comes for everyone don’t matter if you’re old or young you’ll die whether you’re with someone or all alone. Most likely alone seeing people happy on my phone as I’m scrolling through social medias. Giving me the wrong ideas. Getting me lost in my feels. Making me miss several meals. What’s the fucking deal? Mother fucker I’m trying to heal. This just feels to surreal. I’m fucking panicking. What the fuck is happening? WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING? Death threats, death texts. Death tests, death sex. Chest pains, acid mess. Death flames, hells next. (Uh) God damn crashed the car again. What a shame to lose a friend. Fair game I guess in the end but to me sometimes it doesn’t make sense. So much pain it’s intense. I am to blame cuz I’m not innocent. Death sometimes can be intricate. Especially if you’re the type to die faded. Once again it don’t matter how you feel about death. It’ll come whether you lie or confess. Too an early death bed or old lying peacefully in bed. Warm or cold it takes you from this world. Goodbye…. (Medicine in you)

Death Comes For Everyone