As the night paints its hue over land
The tomb I enter flashes an evil grin
My bed my torture chamber lies agape
Awaiting visions that will drive through the mind
Daemons surround my prone form; nose pressed in dust
Vile stenches fill open pores as my head is exposed
No screams come while a hand reaches through open lips
Tugging out a whispy form within the grasp
The flesh now ashen and eyes glazed as the scene rolls
The translucent form from inside dangles over the pit limp, lifeless
Flames searing into both sets of eyes
Until the body becomes one and the sun greets me awake
(I wrote this 1/8/07)
