To fit a fragile husk

You removed your skin and wilted

Now you return to a carcass

You fail to fill it

A vaguely familiar silhouette distorted

Your voice that calls is now foreign

The body comes back to life

A pulse returns, the soul is lost

Flesh compromised

Alive at what cost?

Tar flows through the heart

From within the spirit torn

In an attempt to restart

An abomination is born