Not Unique

Not Unique
I want to hide under the covers
I want to feel something unique
The rushing blood beneath my fingers
Half of a skull between my feet
And when the feeling starts to linger
And when my brain is all but meat
When that's the final thing I fathom
Will I finally be complete?

Oh rot my meat, it drives my hunger
Oh kill the song, it drives me further
Each day I slip away
And I'm not getting any younger
I want to feel something unique
I want to hide under the covers
The blood dripping from my fingers
Will you, corpse, be my lover?

It's not unique