Blood is red, lips are blue, death is near, cold hearts and fear, empty bed, wishing you were here.

Death is not something one can buy, own, or sell. Therefore it is clearly a gift.

Acceptance is one thing I'll never recieve from society. The funny thing is, I couldn't careless.

...but sadly, subconsciously it means the world to me. To be accepted. By this lying, disgusting, pitiful, back stabbing hell on earth.