Make Sure To Piss On My Charred, Blackened Corpse.

I’ll defy you,
Until the last stars burn out,
Sweet void takes us home.
You want war?
I can show you war.
More foolish an act,
Is scarce to exist.
Similar to falling in love.
Make sure to piss,
On my charred,
Blackened corpse.
I’ll be coming back from the dead –
To haunt you.