

Prompt / Lyrics
Read the words like I already died. But I’m still here. That’s the fuckin' worst part. This ain’t sadness, it’s forged from lust. A slow rot under skin and trust. Everything I loved turned gray, Then flaked off like I never touched it. Tried screamin’ for help, Voice cracked like glass. Now I just hum songs for ghosts, And hope they don’t sing back. I wrote a eulogy for myself. Folded it in my pocket — still carry it. Not dead, just unfinished. Like a cigarette burn that didn’t blister. Like a goodbye nobody meant. Smiled once last week — felt fake as shit. Even my mirror don’t make eye contact. I walk around like a hollow rumor, Like if I disappeared, The wind would say, “why you still here?.” Every “How you been?” Feels like a dare. If I vanish, Don’t look for me in heaven. Look in the places where even shadows quit. I wrote a eulogy for myself. Folded it in my pocket — still carry it. Not dead, just unfinished. Like a cigarette burn that didn’t blister. Like a goodbye nobody meant. If I leave this song behind, Let it say what I couldn’t.
Tags
Trap metal, doom trap, alt metal, grunge
2:23
No
4/24/2025