Lich's Jubilee

I feel like I'm falling downward in this pit of despair.
Aching in my fingertips, pulling out my hair.
I am tired of these days that have shown me bitter ways,
Won't I resurface before I feel it's much too late?
I can see the white light, it's ahead and waiting for me.
I see myself withering and dying.
Can you believe what you see?
Can you believe your eyes?
Can you see my demise?
Can you see through my disguise?
Watch as I fall into these tearing teary ocean tides.
I feel my heart is pumping now, but it feels more like a lung.
Blood is spilt upon the altar.
I think I am much too young,
Much to young to feel the air coursing through my empty veins.
Blood red sun drops kiss my forehead,
Thing's'll never be the same.
I'll never again be sane.
The time has seemed to stop for me.
I'm so sick of what I see.
Call me Lich for that is what I am,
Just a broken corpse of a man,
Zombie that's soul has been deprived
Of the light on which it thrived.
Kiss me goodnight cruel world.
May the dirt embrace me in a hug of rotting carnage.
Who doesn't love a jubilee?
Dance upon my headstone,
Now, forget me not
Or go ahead.
Doesn't really matter to me,
'Cause I'm already dead.