Death smothers my life. It is the epitome of my art, inspiration, my depressive attitude, and, ironically, my life itself. Without it, I wouldn’t have been sloppily molded into this semi-depressed person I am. So many people that I have looked up to, cared about deeply, or didn’t deserve to die (like Jared), have died on me. And it saddens me more than anything. And yet, it’s the core of where my art and songs originate. I feel like a piece of shit when my only good songs, the ones that mean the most to me, are about people I’ve known, loved, and admired that are no longer here to inspire me. Yeah, they’re still inspiring me, but in a way that I wish they weren’t…
