Wailing cadavers

Crying tears of blood

They beg to be raised

In ritual profanation

Unsatisfied with all the dead

Require one more severed head

Life and death divided in this ritual demented

Rotten

Bodies in the depths

Not dead

This disease-ridden breadth

Is their home, they sleep forever un-deceased

Slow decay, disrepair and dismay of being

Skinless

A novice attempt

Half-raised

And full of contempt

Failed creation

Writhing limbs flail

Wailing cadavers

Crying tears of blood

They beg to be raised

In ritual profanation

Dead cremation

Forms reduced to ash

Return to the grave

Failed creation

Writhing limbs flail

Dying

Screaming

Hear the wailing cadavers in my head