Terror stricken, dismayed!
the sound of them ripping the lid off my coffin left me afraid,
I am no monster can they not see,
I did not hurt them, it was they that hurt me.

Would they rather have me dead,
Tear me limb from limb, my organs widespread.
My tell tale heart being ripped from my chest,
At least then my tortured soul will finally be at rest.

The gibbous moon began to wane,
The corpse, no life it did sustain.
Condemned to this pit like abyss,
A chasm of darkness, a life amiss.

Awaken to your nightmarish land,
It was Adam not Eve who witnessed firsthand,
The ruins of mankind,
A hybrid of human, more monster entwined.

In death, night clear, it frowned,
My eyes, in starlit skies they drowned.
The wind - the breath of god - be still,
My grave, perched atop a lonely hill.

And now my soul finds itself alone,
No name carved in my desolate tomb-stone.
No maker or master could foresee,
What horrors, that became of me.