I’m basically a mystery, Like, emotionally goth But also apparently blessed. Yeah, I’m darkness with a halo, The prophecy they made, But no one ever mentioned I would trip on stairs all day. My inner demon’s moody, My guardian angel’s late. I asked them both for guidance They left to take a break. I tried to meditate in sunlight, Don’t know how you caught on fire. I journaled in the darkness, And my pen formed a choir. Not even kidding- They harmonized. I’m darkness with a halo, A cosmic mashup fate can’t handle. I’m brooding like a midnight candle, But glowing like I’m Heaven’s scandal. I’m awkward as a newborn angel, Lost my map and broke my sandal, And still they say I’m spiritual, Which feels a bit irrational. Performed a tiny miracle, I made a muffin float, But then it hit the ceiling fan And detonated on a goat. My destiny is sacred, My confidence is frail. Last week I tried to smite a demon Turns out it was a seagull. I asked the heavens for my purpose, They sent a cryptic note, But I spilled coffee on it instantly, So now I think it wrote: “Bring tacos to the underworld.” Classic me. I’m darkness with a halo, The universe’s awkward play-doh. I shine and brood like gothic mango- Don’t question it, just let it tango. I’m stumbling through divine potential, My vibes are kinda existential, But somehow I’m ethereal, Like half majestic, half material. Lights out, Halo on, Shadow rising- But hold up, my robe is stuck. I try to be mysterious, I try to be divine, But fate keeps putting me in moments Where I look like An expired clementine. I’m darkness with a halo, The accidental cosmic weirdo. I fail at every mythic credo, But still light up like neon shadows. And maybe flaws are holy too, And awkwardness is sacred truth, And maybe Heaven keeps me close ’Cause angels laugh the most At those who glow and trip While walking slow- In darkness With a halo. Look… I don’t know why I’m like this, But apparently it’s divine. So… we’re rollin’ with it.
