Wailing cadavers
Crying tears of blood
They beg to be raised
In ritual profanation
Unsatisfied with all the dead
Require one more severed head
Life and death divided in this ritual demented
ROTTEN
Bodies in the depths
NOT DEAD
This disease-ridden breadth
Is their home, they sleep forever un-deceased
Slow decay, disrepair and dismay of being
SKINLESS
A novice attempt
HALF-RAISED
And full of contempt
Failed creation
Writhing limbs flail
Dead cremation
Forms reduced to ash
RETURN TO THE GRAVE
Dying
Screaming
Hear the wailing cadavers in my head"