Ghost

As I cut myself

I think of life

And why I'm here

Not really a ghost

But ignored

As a ghost is

Soul Stealer

There is a legend

About the Reaper

He comes when you die

To steal your soul

Keeps Heaven away

From the ghost of you

Dead Flies

A fly is dead

From the start

It's wings are broken

It's eyes are bread

Full of blood red

They are dead

I'll Break You

You break my neck

I break your back

You filthy rat

I'll break your butt

It'll hurt to poop

I'll rip off your mouth

Start with the tongue

Then the teeth

The Way of Life

Life isn't fair

It kills the soul

Replaces red blood

With blood that's black

Makes people love and it

Makes people hate

That's life

You can't change it

Rose of Death

Rose of Death

Buy me a black rose
And I'll send Death

Cover it in blood
Make it have red

I'll chop off your head
And when you die

I'll send you
To Hell

Meals

A raven's wings

Can say so much

You see so many things

A Death for lunch

Hell for brunch

And you go crunch