I am The Living;

Why do you taunt me? Why do you call me with cold, dead lips?

For surely, this is no place for The Living

Where stiff bodies break as their life is eclipsed.

I am The Living;

I laugh and I dance! I sing a song in the warm, cherished air!

Though a mortal shell is my blessing and curse

I will not be claimed by your dark and despair.

I am The Living;

So taunt me no more! I shan’t be abused by this enticing dread.

I’m weary, but Death can’t coerce The Living

Instead of submit I would rather be dead.