• From the ground I came,
    What was once flesh, is bare bone instead.
    My appearance is the cause of my fame,
    How great it is to play ball with my head.
    Frank Iero is a good friend of mine,
    He runs my crew.
    To have a heart would be fine,
    Exceptionally if it were brand new.
    But now I have no heart to break,
    Life cannot take its toll on me now.
    No pain, no ache,
    You ask how?
    No need to choke,
    My coffin is my bed.
    But if life isn’t just a joke,
    Then why am I dead?

    -BW