I am dead
Insides and out,
I am what,
You've been crying about,
Not merely moody,
In that happy "goth" way,
I lie decaying,
Losing weight everyday.

Dead as a doornail,
Dead as a cat,
Swung by it's tail,
Recently hit by a bat.

Dead as a corpse,
To be quite precise,
I'd call it comatose,
But that sounds to nice.

Dirt napping the days away,
Down in my tomb,
Tablet set on my head,
Displaying my doom.

Death doesn't bother me,
As it should though,
What does is I'm all dressed up,
With no place to go!
Bored from my mind,
With little to do,
Locked in a box,
Beneath rocks like Suess.

Pining for dats,
Decades past by,
When they'd have placed silver coins,
On top of my eyes!
Bliss seems oh so boring,
Hades emploring-- a party with a cover charge,
Damn my luck to be born,
From a time and a day,
When I rest in peace penniless,
And still have hell to pay!