I am Rigor Mortis,
my horror gripping me.
I stand within this void of death,
of life.

My eyes may turn inside myself,
to see how well I use
my despair and emptiness,
my strife.

And my flesh will surely crystalize,
you see my nipples, hard,
you know my brain is flowing
from my ears.

Avoid this place of agony,
inside my hollow skin;
what used to house my heart,
holds naught but fears...



Hear my voice dripping with anguish,
for it is all I know,
and life will nevermore
be part of me.

And leave me to my misery,
my suffering and grief,
I know your help can never
set me free.