Death is knocking
Conversation with my inner self in poetic form
Knock knock,
Who’s there?
Yes hello, it’s me, I’ve got some amazing news to spare,
What’s the news my precious dear?
I’m here you tell you that nobody cares.
Knock knock,
Oh jeez not again
Bitch come one just let me in,
You got some damn good news my friend?
Why yes I’ve come to tell you this is the end
Knock knock,
Wait the end of what?
I’ll tell you the answer if you open up
I already let you in like twice already bitch dafuq?
No your mind is closed so go on and open it my sweet little buttercup.
I hope you know your not coming in
Oh darling come on you know you won’t win
Knock knock,
Bitch imma bout to call the police
Unfortunately you can’t do that because I am you and you are me.
Okay well I’m not letting you in my head
Oh I’m already here, in other words, you're dead.
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