Insanity

There are forty-seven angels,

That roam inside my head,

They wear jewel-laden bangles,

And soon they will be dead

My breath, it smells like sulpher,

I'll use it to kill you,

I'll throw you in a mulcher,

Then gorge on honeydew

My car battery will help me,

To see the divine light,

Surrounding a girl named Haylie,

Who I'll stab with all my might

My angels and our demons,

The battle is so fierce,

The light was like a beacon,

So it was his side that I pierced?

My life will end tomorrow,

Or maybe yesterday,

My friends so full of sorrow,

Or so happy that they'll play

I fire shots into the crowd,

The cops show up to late,

My parents were so proud,

it was the night of my first date

And as I slowly finish,

My twelfth six-pack of beer,

My sight starts to diminish,

But my death is so very clear