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Welcome back Wednesday the Necromancer with nyctophobia
Perpetual midnight my ad nauseam
The audience only applause for your accomplishments
Goes without saying it’s something so obvious
But I’ve been at my sloppiest digging my own grave
Since away I’ve wrote my name on every Shinigami’s page
I’ve come to the conclusion I’m heartless or they’re afraid
Maybe they’re entertained by my pain as I slit my veins
Oh no, I’m about to pop, lock it, drop it
In other words pop pills and inject various toxins
Possum coughing in coffins while boiling in Satan’s cauldron
Only other option is holding my breath, hoping for the best and possibly
cheating death
I hear voices in my head and routinely chat with myself
I’ve been Doctor Whoever for what seems like a millennia
But where you at Xia?
Well I’ve been lost in a spiral and hoping it goes viral
I’m binging on skinning flesh and practicing to keep my eyes closed
My friend keeps texting me to calm down my nerves
Told her words from imaginary friends just hurt
So you and God had better walk the Earth and be tangible
Before I skin my arm and feed to endangered animals
Maybe that’s myself and I should become a cannibal
A ghoul with no elegance, absent hologram pessimist
Son of Jehovah’s nemesis, tentative when I sleep
Cuz my world view fatigue has grown nihilistic and weak
I’m convinced when I bleed I’m just doing the world a favor
Isolate this fragile soul in a bottomless crater
There’s no savior for me I know who my maker is
Cursing cribs why I exist, I should grab the stork and beat it senseless
I should travel time and stuff my embryo with cyanide
Morticians get the last laugh cashing off our sad sacks