Looking down at a box

Prepped my chest for evils,

Each decorated faithfully,

I figured all sides equal,
As i lived with eccentricity,

But was forced to face the sequel,

My admiration was mimicry,

Demons settled on my right,

On the left, it has a vacancy.

This decent is plagiarism,
The first death was the slowest, 

Prepared in days of fatalism,

For the date I reach my lowest,
Preordered my coffin,

To own the vessel of poet,

I'll be the last inside,
And the first one to close it.

Killing Time

Tried to master the AMs,
We slip into PMs,
And without warning,
We quilted over coffins,

And we tried to call it mourning.