STAY BAD

Falling to shadows nowadays, feels like rain on a burn.

I don’t listen to them anymore.

They seem to make me angry for no reason.

I have to remember that I may be the worst of the best, but I’m the best of the worst.

My blood is often cold.

And I know its okay to be mad.

But sometimes better to be mad.

Under my bed is the mystery of life.

I clutch my red gun to my chest.

But red guns can never be fired.