The Casket of Roderic Usher

Human flesh

Open earth

Prepare your burial

This body cold and contagious

Buried with your face down

You scream without sound

Broken bones won't heal you

Sympathy turns to laughter

(prick your fingers and bleed, give the poison to me)

unearthed hands of solitude

all over me

torn apart by this cold self incision

so let it bleed

BEWARE!