This Poet

I swear this death's incredible
Taste of my blood, so edible
I'll make my impression last on you
Cause your last lover was forgettable

I wish I could come and touch your lips
Take you to heaven on my fingertips
Singing rock, being goth wearing Tribals
Fucking Bitches, Icing stitches, Burning bibles

This Poet has died
Remember the words and the tears that he cried

I've been gone for a long-long time now
Used to write poetry but I rhyme now
All the years that we spent are wasted
Getting attached to a bitch is a crime now

So goodbye now, now I'm drinking
I've been drowning without sinking
I've been crying without blinking
I've been acting without thinking

Death of a poet it's a birth of a sinner
Losing myself yet they call me a winner
Death of a poet
Birth of a sinner

I'm losing, I'm losing this shit

This Poet has died
Remember the words and the tears that he cried