Living Dead

Living Dead



The dirt clods up through my nostrils


As I am lowered into the unfathomable ground


Distant unforgivable violins play their song


Unforgettable notes thin air they slowly drown


The scent of the grass that once was below me


Vanishes as it stands guard above me now


Trying to hold me down like woven thread chains


They seek to confine my soul but it has escaped somehow


I sleep a twinkling then I slowly begin my arise


The motionless marble Angel stands cold above my head


They try to stop me with their incantations and charms


There is no cure for the living once they have been dead

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