Darkness has pierced my heart, an act of betrayal unpunished

Silence has calmed my mind, an impulsive thought come to pass

Hopeless, I make my choice, as nothing else remains to decide

Fearless, I ordain myself, with this collar made of twine

Beneath the shade of this mighty tree

I stand tall one last time

For the burden of being is far too great

And with aid of this noose I will ease my load

Deceased, withered, rotten, and decayed

Returned to the clay of the earth

A damaged soul finally rid of its corporeal cage

But time cannot heal every festering wound

When the seeds of infection take root in fertile soil

And so it rests, gestating in this dirt womb

A bitter nascence fed by a sinner's blood

Buried deep beyond the reach of the Sun

Roots unfurled, outstretched, grasping for new life

Days pass into weeks pass into months pass into years

Pass into decades of peaceful growth, undisturbed

These bitter seasons of darkness and solitude

Haunted by the spectres of a past life's sins

But now the sounds of dirt above rouse me from my sleep

What should not have been unearthed, dragged into sunlight

Thrust back into a hostile world

With a final scream