Wat Kinda Person...

Wat kind of person would wanna cease 2 exist? /

So they grab a knife and slit both their wrist's. /

And get pissed. Cuz they didn't do it right,

but at the same time. R n a state of bliss. /

As they fall back and fuckin fade out. /

On a red rug. Whisperin, "Red rum."

or on a fuckin blood stained couch. /

And take drug's n n sustainable amount's. /

Wat kind of person is a constant mess, /

constantly stressed, and is only satisfied

when they're fadin n and out of consciousness? /

Wat kind of person has a basement full of hostage's? /

Mixed w dead ostriche's, and who's a master murderer. /

And decorates by throwin cadaver's on furniture. /

Who's a disaster w a circular saw, but is tryin 2 master

the art of rearrangin a bastard's curvature. /

Wat kind of person say's their birthday is the Devil's day? /

This person is me. Cuz I'm the Devil, and my name is Special K. /