I’m living on borrowed time// keep forgetting this life ain’t mine// it makes you feel insignificant,// a small asterisk in such a vast timeline// one day I’ll decompose// worms and maggots will eat up my skin, my clothes// it’s a pretty bleak outlook, I know// pessimissim is one of my biggest foes// I can’t help it, death seems to be lurking// I know he’s making bank cu it seems he’s always working// his accomplishment are always getting rep// on the news medium AKA the Dirt King// like I haven’t seen enough of It in my life// my family seems to be getting cut down by a sharp knife// hesitant to build my own to avoid// passing on the curse to my children and wife// I guess acceptance is key// our deaths will be the only fulfilled prophecy// but would you forgive my blasphemy// in craving God’s immortality?// what is sin to someone in doubt of their faith?// because religion hasn’t just failed me as of late// but is constantly disappointing me// with every turn in the road I take// trapped; the grim reaper and I seem attached// right at the hip and our moods seem to match// always there, since the day of my birth// this life was my deal and my death is the catch.