Running cold
Its pours from the dead
The waxen faces
Shriek in unfelt pain
A hard vein
Is popped open
Just to see if it can bleed

Do you feel the comfort now?
Disgracing the deceased
There is no coming back
You are damned like me

Mother in her grave below
Interrupted from her peace
Not wanted to accept
Her daughter goes to prove
Prove that things don't stay dead
Even after they have died

The journey begins
Digging down the six feet
Substantial things are struck
Opened in the light
The perfume of death
Fills the night air
The sight of it all
Could make an angel plight

Rotted like a pumpkin
Too long on the vine
A body long gone
A girl terrified
Bolts for the warmth
Of any man with a dollar

Do you feel the comfort now?
Disrupting the deceased
There is no coming back
You are damned like me

My story goes as thus
Curiosity got the best
Thirty years have passed
Can grandfather's looks last?

A face I had never looked upon
A wonder to my eyes
I drove to the burial ground
There I lost my mind

The dead are not meant to surface
The lesson I had learned
A figure wrapped in rot
The putrid object without form
The sweet perfume of crypts

I am damned
The sight is not to banish
The dirt-covered dead
The man captured on film
Now captured by worms

No more nights of sleep
The rot has spread to dreams
No more deep thought
The memory remains
My curse is all I see

Am I comforted now?
Unearthing the deceased
There is no coming back
I am damned forever more