I'm the handprint you find placed on a door window in a horror film
Trying to run away and get out
The lights flicker like my thoughts
Like all the imaginary things I bought
Of scenarios that never happened
Of what should of
And what didn't
I'm not brain dead
But I'm barely undead
I'm a morbid painting with hidden doves
Open the cage, I'll show you
What I really am
Madness tightened with sanity
My thinking process is a silent rocking chair
Spooky like Batman's lair
I never really liked bats
I'm still trying to figure out why Ozzy Osbourne bit into one
That's the king of darkness right there
My favorite card is the king
Because everyone deserves to feel like one
I'm a king plumetting in my own approval ratings
Because she should of been my queen