You ever gaze up, look at the stars?
Wondering if your life’s much more than the surface of Mars.
Fucking Milky Way, more like Milky Glaze.
Wait for me to come.
I’m dripping, waiting for the next human to say—

Wait, that’s just the way that you are…
The Big Bang never considered your heart.
Like God don’t think it really matters.
But it fucking matters.

I guess a thing like me,
I’m just looking for the things I see.
Making it worse for the things I need.
Next time, I’ll wait patiently for the Witch King.

Every man is judged by the way that they walk in the grave.
It’s the same old same.
But I think I’m on my way.
My cage—going down as the Witch King—
But I’m not the same.

DatWitchKingGuy