Nagging bedlam; slapdash caretaker in my mausoleum.

You provocatively exhibit your glaciated heart

By Sloppily administering concealer to my incandescent skin.

Negligently you adorn my shriveling figure with scraps that you call attire

With little mind of semblance.

How is it that you can impede my rot without reverence?

What thoughts do you reflect on when recallling my departed vitality?

Your brain waves seem to malfunction

As you fingers work without direction,

Disregarding intermittent faux pas

Fixatedly carrying out forced labor

Bequeathed to you by such wonderfully amiable life.

Nevertheless I sympathize.

For, while you manhandle these empty vessels

With such recurring routine,

Desire dominates your being.

Your god has overlooked your torment.

Deserting you to endure merciless hardships.

Envy festers in your languid soul,

Though more irate than unwilling to exert yourself

You still persevere.

And while I quietly observe through a portal in Hell

With camoflaged malignance, opening to where you stand,

I chuckle knowingly at your lunacy.

If only you knew what lies beyond the material.