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.