I'm fine with dying, no problem what so ever about it. It's got to happen someday, might as well be happy about living until there isn't any more living to do. I know this sounds extremely anti-goth but I've decided that it is better to be optomistic goth like that creepy guy in 'American Beauty' instead of depressed goth because I might get more pussy.

"Drawn not quartered, cannot fight, crying in the dark of night" I know where you're at, man. This is the place you just can't get back from. I want to live forever too, but I know I can't, not forever. When I die, there will be no more Davin ever again in all the days that the world has left, and that thought makes me feel like I'm dead already. I look at pictures of people from the 1800's, thinking to myself 'they're all dead now. Every one of them is gone and dead.' It just hurts in every way, every cell in my body.

You just don't know when to stop, do you? This is truly amazing, I love, no not that platonic bullshit, but passionate adult love this poem. Your writing style is boundless. It is painfully obvious that you are a master poet and I was just lucky enough to have found you. I especially love the lines, world is dying and so am I, but no one ever wants to die. It sounds like a simple truth, but it encompasses all of man's greatest fears in such a soft heartbreaking way. In fact everything that you have said in this poem is profound. Again there were definitely tears.

This poem actually makes me feel powerful. I feel like nothing matters, everything will end in cold ashes eventually, so why bother playing nice?