Sad Boi Poet Rhyme

Six Feet Under

Fill my body full of toxins 
I’m all out of options
My heart will soften
Throw me in a coffin

Your knife will be the final blow
For me to go
I will die slow
Or maybe I will grow

From this experience
I will be victorious
I will prevail
I will not fail

I’m already six feet under
I am not a jumper
I can’t satisfy my hunger
For the end

I’m staring the devil in his face
I’m in his headspace
Running in place
Playing his bass

I won’t get knocked down
I will not wear a frown
I will be grinning
While I’m winning

This fight with him
Then I will throw his bass
Right in the bin
I will pin

Him to the ground
Then he will be the one
That gets drowned
In gasoline 

I will be keen
I will never die
I won’t cry
I will wave goodbye

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