Exhume me from the past
where bones have grown safe
resting comfortably, buried
where the cold doesn’t reach
my once final resting place
exposed unto the sun
be gentle as you excavate
the remains I used to own
I need to bathe in purity
to cleanse the rotten flesh
that is clinging to my bones
a meal for all the parasites
wash me with plasma
made in hearts of innocence
resurrect the weary old
and create muscle anew
Prepare your rituals
and speak your incantations
until low chanting rumbles
and echoes off the walls
finally, take dagger in hand
spill sacrificial lamb’s blood
killing the first born son
to bring me back to life.
(Source: mister-selfdestruct)
