Poe

Poe looked like the ice on the morning floor, dead and manic .

Eyes wide deepening quietly titanic he felt like screaming but he knew all

That mattered was to get the glass but it felt better he screeched clutching his butt

Picking himself up dead he ran outside the door away from dead demon

Run run he felt like screaming but he had no hope now

He had to tell the writers before it ended

He didn't want to finally really die

But he knew death he had lived this dice game a hundred thousand times

He knew it ended how it ended supernova scream was going to rip his head off and eat it he had been this shit many times

Ice ice baby he sang opening a can of baked beans running

Screaming run run the drugs the drugs this one of the bummers of not dying

He could only die one way one great highway robbery train beeping he felt good

Sweet dreams are mad e woah fucjk get the fuck out I need this damm piece of shit (snort ) crap car fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck I goooottta fuken die

People would soon forget about him they allllllways didiiiii I I d

Snort snort ) clink grrrrrrrrr go

Manic as shit now he drove to the writers house

Wow wow slippping the needle in at the same time wow

He snatched down his mouth some coke

La di dadad rah rah mmmhhhhh goo dddead

The amount of drugs he felt like a kitten no idea why

Dead