Done a lot of time off thinking lately. Debated posting this. Sometimes I write morbid, but rarely share. Please, it’s symbolic. And fantasy. And a means of expression. Don’t expect to get it.

Written April 18th, 2010 at 3:30 a.m.

This is my death preparation.
This is my death, it’s time to prepare.
I’m going to take some time, I’m going to spend all my money.
This is my death. It’s time to prepare.

Gonna give all my stuff to my little brother.
I’ve got to make sure that he is taken care of.
All of my cash will go to my roommates.
This is my death, and another room that they can share.

This is my death preparation.
This is my death, it’s time to prepare.
I’m going to take some time, I’m going to spend all my money.
This is my death. It’s time to prepare.

I know it’s going to hurt, it will hurt my parents.
After all the things they’ve said and done.
But now they’ve gone away, and left me for God’s work.
This is my death. I hope they can bare.

This is my death preparation.
This is my death, it’s time to prepare.
I’m going to take some time, I’m going to spend all my money.
This is my death. It’s time to prepare.

Gotta write a note to my ex-girlfriend.
It’s going to tell her where she can go to find my body.
She was going to be my wife, instead she’s a slut now.
This is my death. She probably wont care.

This is my death preparation.
This is my death, it’s time to prepare.
I’m going to take some time, I’m going to spend all my money.
This is my death. It’s time to prepare.