Arising from wreaking bones,
limbs laying on blood splattered stones,
Cryptic nihilistic slaughter,

vomiting blood and holy water,
Death is salvation,
Morbid reincarnation,


I am Deaths' living breathe,
Frozen rotten flesh, tearing skin,

Dead within, lifeless and pale,
Stench of decomposition,
in black lungs, inhale,


by the cold fist clutching my rusty knife,
And once again, I breathe in their lives within,

only to kill again, I am eternal, whilst they
remain helpless,
thus, Death