They pronounced me dead in twenty-twenty. Buried me with their bare hands. What they didn't know… is I speak to the dead. And the dead? They speak back. They dug the GRAVE at midnight, SHOVELS full of ENVY, Lowered me in GENTLY, said their SPEECHES, almost FRIENDLY Threw the DIRT like CONFETTI, every HANDFUL felt like PLENTY, Sealed the COFFIN, walked away forgot the dead don't REST EASY. See I was LYING in the DARKNESS, COUNTING every HEARTLESS Face that TOSSED a ROSE and WHISPERED "rest in peace" like ARTISTS Performance at my FUNERAL, the tears were all THEATRICAL, They MOURNED the man they MURDERED isn't that a little RADICAL? But underneath the SOIL something SINISTER was STIRRING, The WORMS couldn't TOUCH me 'cause my BLOOD was always BURNING I was LEARNING in the COFFIN, TURNING DEATH into a SERMON, Every DEMON that they SENT me? I CONVERTED, now they're SERVING. I'm the NECROMANCER I raise MYSELF from GRAVES, Every time they KILL me I come back with DARKER WAYS I don't need a SAVIOR, I don't PRAY for better DAYS, I just CLAW through SIX FEET and remind 'em DEATH don't PHASE. CRACKED the casket, SNAPPED the HINGES, DIRT beneath my FINGERTIPS like SYRINGES full of VENGEANCE CLAWED through LIMESTONE, GRAVEL, CLAY, Every LAYER was a LIAR that I ATE on the WAY. Surfaced in the MOONLIGHT, GRAVEYARD SILENT, TOMBSTONES WATCHING, Stood up like a PROPHECY that NO one saw was LAUNCHING Dusted off the DEATH they dressed me in like DIRTY LAUNDRY, Looked around at ALL their GRAVES and thought who's HAUNTING WHO now, HONESTLY? 'Cause every GHOST they sent my way I RECRUITED to my ARMY, Every CURSE became a SCRIPTURE, every HEX became a HOBBY Every SHADOW tried to SWALLOW me, I SWALLOWED it instead, Now I walk with LEGIONS that they THOUGHT were LONG since DEAD. I'm the NECROMANCER I raise MYSELF from GRAVES, Every time they KILL me I come back with DARKER WAYS I don't need a SAVIOR, I don't PRAY for better DAYS, I just CLAW through SIX FEET and remind 'em DEATH don't PHASE. Now I SPEAK in TONGUES they can't DECIPHER or DECODE, Every WORD a RITUAL, every SENTENCE got a SOUL I don't cast SPELLS for REVENGE, nah, that's BENEATH the THRONE, I just let 'em WATCH me LIVE that's the CRUELEST hex I KNOW. They see me WALKING and they SHUDDER like they've SEEN a SPECTER, The man they KILLED is BREATHING and he's BETTER than EXPECTED RESURRECTED, REDIRECTED, every WOUND has been COLLECTED Into ARMOR NECROMANTIC, DARK, and SELF-ERECTED. You can't BURY what REFUSES to DECAY, Can't SILENCE what was BORN inside the GRAVE Can't KILL what learned to THRIVE in the AFRAID, I am EVERY funeral that FORGOT to check the BLADE Was still SHARP still CUTTING still ALIVE beneath the CASKET, Every DEATH CERTIFICATE they signed? I FLIPPED to ASHES, And from ASHES I don't RISE I f***ing MULTIPLY, The NECROMANCER doesn't DIE he RECRUITS the OTHER SIDE. You want to know the secret? Death was never the enemy. It was the classroom. And I graduated with honors. So go ahead dig ANOTHER GRAVE, Sharpen ANOTHER BLADE, Write ANOTHER eulogy with my NAME I'll wait. 'Cause every HOLE you dig becomes my HALLWAY, Every COFFIN is a CRADLE, every TOMBSTONE is a DOORWAY, And every time you THINK I'm done Listen closer to the GROUND. That heartbeat? Yeah. That's the Necromancer. Still here. STILL. UNDERGROUND. STILL. CROWNED.
