Living Among The Dead
On the altar of life sits 13 candles
The lights of souls
With 12 other bodies
In death I lay in the charnel ground
The wind howls and moans
One candle remains
A rotting corpse for all to see
It is mine
I wish to cling to life
To the life of this body
The body my soul for now calls home
Volcanic rock surrounds me
A spider forms a web over my body
It is my burial shroud
Encased in white, black and red webbing
A rotting corpse for all to see
No life
No heartbeat
The breath has left the body
My soul clings to the body
I don’t want to abandon life
I want to live and breathe again
A rotting corpse for all to see
My two spirit guides call my name
They beg me to leave the flesh behind
I love the rotting flesh
Its smell comforts me
It is the only home my soul knows
Still my spirit guides call me
Shiva come home
Leave the world of rotting flesh
Vultures of fear, dispear and shame tear into my body
They strip the flesh to the bones
Shiva come home
They break the bones
Feast upon the marrow
Shiva come home
Still my soul clings to the broken body
Shiva come home
Embrace this death
I do
Flames consume my remains
Now spirit I enter the realm of tranquility
The light of unconditional love surrounds me
The shadow world of flesh exists no more
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