Comatose Corpse

An aura of thin, un-breathable air accentuates
The simple stagnant solitude
Like locks of long, louse infested hair
Drape disarranged over dying shoulders

Time travels by
Leaving untouched the corpse
Shrouded by shields of silence
Only disturbed by the growth of water deprived moss

Stains of soil and succubus lust
Streak from head down
Like ancient artifacts articulate their age
With weathered and wind driven forces

Kneeling knave of yesteryear
Shriveled mummy of natures creation
Beautiful beyond burnished stone
Remain riled in silent revenge

From life loved to lust in death
Exist in resounding echoes into eternity
One over whom the sun fails to shine
And the moon lets loose unending glow

Condemned to crawl
On leathered hands
Permanently weathered
By time’s sands

Comatose corpse
Under barren trees
Sing songs of sorrow
Bring us to our knees

And we too shall join you
Verily, victims vomiting
In perpetual agony
And turn to stone with an undying heart

Comatose corpse
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