What writing style?

Skeletons in my closet, zombies in my head.

Sometimes I wanna stop and explain my mistakes, wonder why we turned our backs when our lives hit the breaks.
I always knew life was funny that way, but when you see it sometimes you just dont know what to say.
But you know you've known me on all sorts of days, and I've been meaning to ask you anyway,
I'm seeing life and death in shades of black and gray,
Do you think you can tell me if I'm doing okay?
I'm always getting the hell up in my own way.

One day you'll tell me all about how hard you had it,
Might go so far as showing scars you have to prove it.
The act of one man and his heart filled with greed,
Fueled this addict with a cynical distrust he so needs.
So while you're out with new friends and you're smoking that new weed,
I'll be singing solo paranoia as my lead.

Come on man its so plain to see,
This inks made of you and this pen is all me,
Spill my soul into these verses, dead letters rising on the scene
They erased me; Copy, paste me, I'm the Necromantic King.