Let’s make a toast to the people.
Who have made my life hell.
Who have taken my memories.
Along with my confidence.
And thrown them down the endless well.
Let’s make a toast to the events.
Leading up to this one.
When the crimson liquid flows out of my veins.
And glass is covered once more.
When matter’s get worse by the second.
As my blood gathers by my lifeless body laying on the floor.
Let’s make a toast to the world around.
Making us all distort.
When we cried aloud for all to hear.
And no one even turned their head.
When we screamed of pain when we were punished.
And our body’s swollen and red.
Let’s make a toast to our newest friends.
And to the closest one’s we love.
To the people who supported us through tough times.
Then the people who joined our side.
To some who weren’t the best influence.
And others the very best.
But to most of all the one’s who chanted go on.
Make the final jump.
Let’s make a toast.
But not with glasses or cups or mugs.
Let’s make a toast.
With sharp metal objects.
That we all love.