I have a cucumber in my omlet...

I have a cucumber in my omlet
I have a starving device in my chest
With that peculiar sound roaming
Through my subordinate cookoo's nest

The creatures spacing my fragile nightmares
Continue screaming under the bed
The creeping steps haunting on the stairs
Return what seems to have been dead

And with the night illustrating poison
Illuminating the blackest holes
I will surrender to my daily dosing
I'm indestructible in my walls