G / Gurgel / A Corpse in a Burial Shroud
As I grace the dead skin my body freeze,
the cold feeling of the newly deceased
leave me in apathy, no emotion inside of me
eyes without glance
my movement grow so weak
yet I want to be
at one with the dead
newly suicidal corpse,
dried up blood on carpet
the eyes are telling me
closer closer
but I cannot move
yet i'm dead inside
that stiffening touch
as the light fades away,
the rotting last breath
seek my nostrils
piss and shit and puke
it's all so morbid
now it's time to clean
all the earthly away
an empty shell
is all that remains,
a corpse in a burial shroud
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