Years have passes since you buried me
Left me to rot forgotten and despised
Like the life also death rejected me
Too soon you thought you rid of me
Here I am, breathing hate and pain
The fog depressing me once more
My fingers are twisted and broken
My flesh is slimy and weird
No longer can I speak with voices
That you would recognize
Screeching, rasping, and gargling and howling
Will you share this suffering?
You hope that you had eyes in your back
When my hands grasp on your throat
Strangling you and taking joy in fear
I'm a miserable entity of wrath
I carry the stench of the grave
Like a mist hovering around my being
I curse the moon and it's blaze
For it no longer pleases me
Cursed to wander polluting the earth
I'm the black melancholic wraith
Sent in from the unknown hells to rape you
To glorify what I became in the end