"you have jack kevorkian disease. it's how most people in your area die," he said.
it was none other than he himself.

be it life or death
if anything is certain
it is uncertainty.

corset, lace, and lilies
curls, perfume, and rouge
all those of a lady.

despite, i must be
the man
make it in this
existence ruled by
what doesn't proceed
in the afterlife.

just incinerate
maybe a few friends along the way
on this electrifying day
i didn't wish it this way
i didn't.

the witch has been burned
her head guillotined
sorry if i stepped on your foot
it was an accident
innocently.