That Rhyming Oneshot

[Un-Persona*]

((Ashley Namath: RBP2 - TV2 - Last Time In The Nthn Wave))

Fucking everything is hurting me.

I fell into a empty pool and I have to pee.

I didn't even get wasted, dammit.

I'm bleeding like it's a bad habit.

Frostbite swabs my wounds, now I'm chillin.

Two guns in my hand, they're smoking like a movie villain.

Decided to go Greek and it's all my own fault.

It's a tragedy, but there's nothing in the vault.

I got a legacy though, which is more then some motherfucker.

Fuck Rex, I'm the big ass dinosaur, pumped like a trucker.

Which is what I would say.

But dying, here I lay.

Shit sucks.

Crawling is demeaning, but I'm all out of fucks.

Gotta live, still in line.

So many mottos, I think this would be...nine?

I lost count.

Up this ladder, surmount.

Decided to use a fancy word.

My mind's kinda blurred.

Worst high as I escape, I tried to quit.

Try to walk, I feel like going back into the pit.

God, kill me now, thanks in advance.

If I make out of here, I'm going to France.

I'm gonna be the studio's gold digger.

Might as well, since they made me pull the trigger.

That's the easy way, ain't it?

One game where you hate the player and lose your spirit.

Blame me, blame them, it's all for the entertainment.

No accountability, but you might just get your hands on wet cement.

Try to complain and you can suck it.

So you can say you didn't conform.

Full hipster, ain't gonna perform.

But you're still on stage, the foil.

Righteous and a kill streak coil.

Cause that's the easy way, ain't it?

Ain't your name still another end credit?

Roses at the opera house or on your grave.

Ashes against a crashing wave.

Standing in a white room, met my best friend in black.

Dressed for a funeral, she's dead to me and I'm trying to rest in peace, still thinking of the how to work the back.

Acting like I'm bipolar, yet I gotta see the world in grey.

Wish I could make it magically all disappear, next Morgan le Fay.

But we gotta face reality, I'm the wicked bitch of the southern bay.

I fucked up, am fucked up, and will fuck you up.

Die trying, at least, even if I only got a tea cup.

Time to wrap up, gotta get these bandages on.

No sympathy, no regret, hate me son.

Your skull is the only place where we can bury the hatchet.

With a nine-inch nail, you can go in my fucking rage casket.

Cut yourself with a Reznor, I officially don't care anymore.

All that childhood wonder has been traded for money and an okay whore.

All the light in my life got hanged by a noose.

I might not win, but I got nothing to lose.

((Ashley Namath: RBP2 - TV2 - Continued Next Time In...Sub Rosa))