Self surgery

Verse 1: I woke up dripping , I saw some red  on my bed, I looked in the mirror I saw the cuts , that shit was gushing, I started rushing and sewing and cutting, but I didn’t feel shit , just went limp.


Verse: 2: skin was split open , bones showing , red kept on going, wounds opening and closing, I got the blade to do some medical aid, tip so sharp,  shit left more than a scar, shoved it in ,it went real far.


Verse 3: Snag the silk and cinch the gash, needle biting through the rash,
Steel through the dermis, hear the friction and the snap,
One by one, I’m sealing up the map,
Blood-slicked fingers, losing my grip on the twine,
Who cares about the crimson? This anatomy is mine.
I’m just flesh and patchwork , a walking morgue in the light,
Knotted and cauterized, I’m ready to not rise.

Verse 4:
"I try to plant my feet but the floor is a lake,
Every muscle I flex is a second too late.
Stitched and I’m cinched but the seams start to tear,
Grabbing at the air—but there’s nothing but despair. My vision starts to glitch, turning static and grey,
The patchwork is failing, I’m slipping away.
I’m upright for a second, then I’m back on the floor,
Sealing up the map—but I can’t find the door.
One last tug on the twine, one last rattle in the chest,
The 'walking morgue' finally earns his rest



Verse 5:
"I’m coughing up the rust, teeth stained in the red,
A jagged little grin for the life that I led.
It’s leaking from the sockets, a slow, steady drip,
But look at the curve on my stitched-up lip.
My flesh is a curtain that’s starting to tear,
I’m laughing at the void while I gasp for the air.
My eyes turn to glass but the vision is clear,
I’ve finally killed every ounce of the fear.
Blood in the mouth, yeah, it tastes like a win,
I’m decaying outside, but I’m glowing within.
One last look in the mirror at the mess that I made,
I’m the king of the rot, and I’m not even afraid."


Verse 6:
The room’s getting cold and the ceiling is spinning,
I’m losing the race but I’m dying while winning.
My pulse is a ghost, just a faint little tap,
While the red on the floor fills the rest of the map. Then I hear it—the wail, the blue and the red,
Singing a lullaby for the almost-dead.
The sirens are screaming, they’re coming for me,
But they’re way too late for the surgery. I’m leaking the life out, I’m fading to white,
One last jagged smile for the flashing of light.
Let ‘em break down the door, let ‘em see what I’ve done—
A masterpiece finished... and the monster is gone.

Horrorcore rap, 808’s booming Ambient ,ghostly deep male vocals, depressive vibe, slow vocals, bass boosted.