Terminal Skullet

Welcome to your final days. You know this day would come. Pack up all your hair supplies. It's not coming back. Just don't look. Just let it go. There's not much more now.no!. Life's not fair. Got to try to spike it. Or comb it. Maybe to the side. I'll try. A dye job might do the trick. I'll try. I'll try. No luck. Get a life. Your genes. Cause death. Clearly. Comb-over. Season of prayer. Feelin galive. What a disaster. The last terminal skullet. That's how it fuckin ends. Des cheveux dans l'lavabo. Du sang dans son cerveau. Assis sur le plancher. Plus rien. Pour le sauver. Light. Growing. Dim. Last breath of air. Remembering the days. When you lived without a care. Gone. No regrets. Just a fistfull of hair.