Living in hell

Under a spell

Tired and cold

Never growing old

Flames burning

Earth turning

The world spins on

Even though you're gone

How's that make you feel

A somewhat crap deal

Might as well stay

In the end there's always hell

To pay

Tired of life

Get yourself a knife

But don't give in

Just laugh and grin

Am I inspired?

No, just tired

Fed up of good

Its just worm-eaten wood

Ready for the bad

Guess what, I'm mad.