Words of Wisdom 

party hardy rock n roll drink a 40 smoke a bowl west stonerz have class mess wit us we'll kick ur ass to all the preppys who think their kool think again cuz stonerz rule stonerz live stonerz die down in hell we'll still get high

my blade
my breath
my fear
my death
my hate
my crime
these voices that wont go away,
the helplessness, my souls decay,
the very air i breath; its all around me,
the very fact i face; the suicide;
my razor blade, at my side,
its empting you say, for i am away,
away i am thinking about this crime,
the sweet sound of suicide,
i feel as if i cannot stay,
everybody want me away,
so i lay to rest, nevermore to see the light of day.
i hear voices telling me to kill myself, i feel as though they control my actions,
i have forsaken myself on this day,
everybody must go away,
as i take my very last icy cool breath,
i make my problems go away with the only solution to my desire