living ded

I’m micro-dosing hell when I wake up

Shape shift into the face that I make up

Crashing out I been emotionally bankrupt

Can’t feel my face is this a stroke of bad luck

Tidal wave of chemicals rushing to my head

Reaching hypercritical, existential dread

Dying in my daydreams, rolling in my bed

I’m on the edge

There’s still a scar where darkness cut my flesh

Where I let out the emptiness

This is the prophecy of the living dead

I’ve reached beyond the infinite

Where sorrow is the precipice

This is the prophecy of the living dead

You call it war but it’s just me

Two opposite halves fit together perfectly

They failed to see what’s underneath

a rag doll with sharp teeth

Tidal wave of chemicals rushing to my head

Reaching hypercritical, existential dread

Dying in my daydreams, rolling in my bed

I’m on the edge

We’re ghosts you refuse to face

Tangled in liminal space

Blood oath to the noose of grace

We’re burned from your grave mistakes

The heartless claim to bleed sympathy

A foundation built upon tragedy

we see the cracks in your smiles

And the rot beneath

It’s a mask of a mask of false empathy

In death we wake