This coffin I have made
A certain kind of hell
Inside I lay
Here I will stay
I will stay here
Stay here I will

The beast
The name of which
Serves to send chills
Down the spine
Dismembered

Sensation remembered
To life I am brought
Crawling back to the idea
The idea of you
I shed like skin
No shame this time
In death wrought

Tick tick tick
The hammer drives deep
The thud keeps time
The sound drives deep
Eyes closed
Needing sleep