I've died so many ways before in all of my dreams,
That if you killed me now,
I'd be the bravest victim you've ever seen.
I've felt the rise of panic constricting my breath,
The finishing blow that lays me down for the black rest.
I'm ready for it.
The horrors I've concocted being worse,
Than any **** you could think to throw at me,
So just be grateful you've got the upper hand;
I could've acted out this macabre nightmare on you.
Living through the apocalypse,
Just to wake up at home,
To society, and a turning world,
A *******, sick joke
I've seen the skies darken,
With the rise of titans,
Over the horizon,
And of man,
And of monsters.
I've felt the severe loss,
Of everyone I've ever loved.
I'm more prepared than ever,
For the struggle ahead all because,
I've dreamed it up before.