Embalmed Yet I Breathe
Buried deep beneath spoiled ground
My body craves formaldehyde withdrawals
Lying within dampened rot
Memories return and fade
Casket sealed shut
Still I remain
Alive undead
Decrepit breath
Rotting limbs
I am an abortion
From the crypt
Dissection stitches
Along my chest
Strain to keep my organs inside
A lair of maggots
Embedded in my brain
I hear their thoughts
As they guide my way
Inhuman craving
For salted flesh
A funeral birth
I shall never rest
Down below the cold earth
Decrepit breath
Rotting limbs
I am an abortion
From the crypt
Dissection stitches
Along my chest
