e-
very
one's
so fuck-
ing de-
pressed,
but not
me.

I light my black candle
to celebrate, not mourn
those gone. celebrate
what? well i celebrate
death the way most would
celebrate life. it happens
as often right? for everyone
who dies there is another
to take it's place. kind of
depressing, right? but not
for me. no, never me. i
don't cry for death. I don't
suppose I'll cry for my own.
when my flesh goes up in
flames from my eyes will
be nothing and from my
mouth will come no sound
because iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii I bet you anything i won't iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii give a
fuck because I'll be dead, and it won't be a great loss because someone
will be born at that exact millisecond to take my place. the only
difference between me and them is they will be depressed.

R.I.P. K.C.